Old man sittin' on a dock, fretting that national steel
Feedin' the water, hands on the metal, playin' it all by feel
He got nothin' but time and a changin' tide
The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth
Blind since birth
Old man sittin' on a crate with a amped-up silver tone
When he reaches for that bottleneck slide, makes you sugar 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, age is old
Cheap six-string, so the story goes
Blind since birth
Blind since birth
Blind since birth
Old man sittin' in the dark, fretting that national steel
Got his feet on the floor, hands on the metal, playin' 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
Blind since birth
Blind since birth
© transcript Emily Beynon