on the corner of 5th and Main,
Since an old black blind man,
and no one knows his name
He plays the same old guitar,
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by,
Play, let the blind man play, hey, hey
Daddy never amounted to much,
He lost his sight one terrible night
by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan
Burnt his eyes with a brandin' iron,
Play, let the blind man play
Dreamin' about those little things
you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play
The years were kind while
But he knew his time was due
And no one cried when the
With a name that no one knew
With a wreath of laurel too
His upper tab was short and sweet
and all it said was play, play,
Dreaming about those little things
you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play,
Dreamin' about those little things
you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play,
let the blind man play, hey, hey
Play that guitar, blind man