Blind Fiddler Songtext
von Hoyt Axton

I lost my eyes in a blacksmith′s shop
In the year of '76
While working on a revolver
And it was out of fix

Well, I am so sad and lonely
And I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler
And I′m a great long ways from home

I've been down to Knoxville
Had a talk with Doctor Lane
He operated on one of my eyes
But nothing could he gain

Well, I am so sad and lonely
And I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler
And I'm a great long ways from home


I got a wife and three little kids
Depending now on me
They′re sharing all my troubles
Wherever they may be

I hope that they′ll be careful
As through this life they roam
'Cause I am a blind fiddler
And I cannot help them none

I lost my eyes in a blacksmith′s shop
In the year of '76
While working on a revolver
And it was out of fix

Well, I am so sad and lonely
And I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler
And I′m a great long ways from home
Well, I am a blind fiddler
And I'm a great long ways from home