Blind Since Birth

Old man sittin' on the dock

Frettin' that National Steel

Got his feet in the water

Hands on the metal

Playin' it all by feel

He's got nothin' but time

And the changin' tide

The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth

Blind since birth

Old man sittin' on a crate

With an amped-up Silvertone

When he reaches for

That bottle-neck slide

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

At the state-run school

Eight years old

A cheap six-string

So the story goes...

Old man sittin' in the dark

Frettin' that National Steel

Got his feet on the floor

Hands on the metal

Playin' it all by feel

Blue notes cry

Scream and sigh

'Til his fingers bleed

And his back-bone hurts

Blind since birth