When A Blind Man Cries
If you're leaving close the door.I'm not expecting people anymore.Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind manand my world is pale.When a blind man cries, Lord,you know there ain't no sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room,had a good time but it ended much too soon.In a cold month in that roomwe found a reason for the things we had to do.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man,now my room is cold.When a blind man cries, Lord,you know he feels it from his soul.