Blind Fiddler Songtext
von Mawkin

I lost my eyes in a blacksmith′s shop
In the year of '56
Working on a revolver
In need of a fix
Oh, it bounded from the tombs
And there concealed my doom
Oh, I am a blind fiddler
And far away from home
I′ve been to San Francisco
I've been to Doctor Lane
He operated on one of my eyes
But nothing could he gain
He told me that I'd never see
And it′s no use to mourn
Oh, I am a blind fiddler
And far away from home


I have a wife and three little ones
Who now depend on me
To take care of my troubles
Whatever they may be
And I hope that they′ll be careful
While I'm compelled to roam
Oh, I am a blind fiddler
And far away from home
I am a blind fiddler
And far away from home
I am a blind fiddler
And I′m compelled to roam
I am a blind fiddler
And far away from home
I am a blind fiddler
And I'm compelled to roam