Caroline, let me tell youWhat I heard about a man todayHe didn't come home from workAnd he went awayTill he came to cityRight in the nighttime like dayAnd they say it ain't matterIf we're some women dressed in yellowScarletAnd her warm lips like a honeycombDrip with honeySomething about the smellStrange perfumeMade him feel warmNot aloneYes, CarolineA man might do goodSometimes on his ownAnd sometimes when he's lonelyBut I believe a man might do thatSometimes out of spiteBut Caroline, a man will do that all dayWhen he's treated bad at homeWhen he's treated bad at homeDaddy Frank played a guitar and a French harpSister played a ringing tambourineMama couldn't hear our pretty musicShe read our lips and helped the family singThat little band was all a part of our lifeOur only means of livingOur only means of living at the timeIt was like no normal family comboGuess what?Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blindFrank and Mama counted on each otherTheir one and only weakness made them strongMama did the driving for the familyMama did the driving for the familyAnd Frank made a living with a songThat was just a home along the highwayPick a bed where we bedded downI don't remember ever going hungryI remember Mama cooking on the groundEverybody!Daddy Frank played a guitar and a French harpSister played a ringing tambourineMama couldn't hear our pretty musicShe read our lips and helped the family singThat little band was all a part of our livingOur only means of living at the timeIt was like no normal family comboSee Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blindFrank and Mama counted on each otherDaddy Frank, the guitar man, was blindAnd our only means of living at the timeIt was like no normal family comboGuess what?Daddy Frank, the guitar man, was blind