Blind man song

Blind man by the road

Clutches old-cold guitar,

Playing back the warmth

Of days long gone.

“Spare a coin for a starving man,”

Says he, with a strum (B-flat).

“And I’ll sing a li’l song f’ye.”


Young once, and fickle,

Those days long gone.

Stiffened rheumatic joints,

These hands come

And go. Love, how swiftly did it go.

“Spare a coin for a starving man,”

Says he, with a strum (B-flat).

“And I’ll play a li’l tune f’ye.”


For the love he’d lost,

The blindness he blames.

For playing the old-cold guitar

And his silly little games.

Gone are those days.

“Spare a coin for a starving man,”

Says he, with a strum (B-flat).

“And I’ll tell y’alittle story.”


The blind eyes tear

And withered fingers bend,

Reaching, grasping for those days

Gone and dead.

“Spare no coin for a dying man,

These hands can’t play no mo’.

Lost all save this song,

And one last breath,

And one last strum (B-flat),

With that this song ends.”