Blind Man Lyrics - Singles - Charlie Daniels Band

On a cold concrete sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main 

Sits 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, some are heard to say 

"Play, let the blind man play" 

He was a cotton picker down in Alabam' 

Daddy never amounted to much died by his own hand 

He lost his sight one terrible night by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan 

Burned his eyes with a branding iron some are heard to say; 

Play, let the blind man play 

Maybe you'll be around another day 

Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll never see 

So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play! 

The years were kind while the man was blind, but he knew his time was due 

And no one cried when the blind man died, with the name that no one knew 

They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel too 

His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was play 

Play let the blind man play 

Maybe you'll be around another day 

Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll never see 

So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play 

Maybe you'll be around another day 

Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll never see 

So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man play 

Play that guitar blind man!