Bm If youʼre leaving, close the door. A Bm Iʼm not expecting people anymore. Bm Hear me greaving, lying on the floor. A7 Bm Whether Iʼm drunk or dead I really ainʼt too sure. Bm D Iʼm a blind man, Iʼm a blind man. G Em And my world is pale. Bm When a blind man cries, D G Bm Lord you know there ainʼt no sadder tale. Bm Had a friend once, in a room. A Had a good time, but it ended much to soon. Bm In a cold month, in that room. A7 Bm Found a reason for the things we had to do. Bm D Iʼm a blind, Iʼm a blind man. G Em Now my world is cold. Bm When a blind man cries, D G Bm Lord you know he feels it from his soul
