Blind Man

EM D/G On a cold, concrete sidewalk, on the corner of Fifth and Main Em C/B Sits an old Black blind man, and no one knows his name Em D/G He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old tune Em And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say C G Em “Play, let the blind man play” Em D/G He was a cotton picker down in Alabama Em C/B Daddy never amounted to much, died by his own hand Em D/G He lost his sight one terrible night by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan Em Burned his eyes with a branding iron, some are heard to say C D Em "Play, let the blind man play" D Em Maybe you’ll be around another day C G D Em Dreaming about those little things you know you’ll never see Am C Em D A So play, let the blind man play, hey, let the blind man play, hey, hey! Em Em D/G The years were kind while the man was blind, but he knew his time was due Em C/B And no one cried when the blind man died, with the name that no one knew Em D/G They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel too Em His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was "Play C D Em Play, let the blind man play" D Em Maybe you’ll be around another day C G D Em Dreaming about those little things you know you’ll never see Am C D Em So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play! D Em Maybe you’ll be around another day C G D Em Dreaming about those little things you know you’ll never see Am C Em D A So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play, hey, hey! Em Play that guitar blind man!