Blind Since Birth Songtext
von Mark Selby

Old man sitting on the dock
Fretting that National Steel
Feet in the water, hands on the metal
Playing it all by feel
He got nothing but time and the changing tide
The pull of the moon and the spinning of the earth
Blind since birth


Old man sitting on a crate
With an amped up single to tone
When he reaches for that bottleneck slide
It makes you shiver and moan
Blue notes float like puffs of smoke
He pulls another lucky from the pocket of his shirt
Blind since birth
Blind since birth

At the state run school, eight years old
A cheap six string, so the story goes

Old man sitting in the dark
Fretting that National Steel
Got his feet on the floor, hands on the metal
Playing it all by feel
Blue notes cry, scream and sigh
Till his fingers bleed and his backbone hurts
Blind since birth
Blind since birth

Blind since birth
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