Bm
If you`re leaving, close the door.
A Bm
I`m not expecting people anymore.
Bm
Hear me greaving, lying on the floor.
A7 Bm
Whether I`m drunk or dead I really ain`t too sure.
Bm D
I`m a blind man, I`m a blind man.
G Em
And my world is pale.
Bm
When a blind man cries,
D G Bm
Lord you know there ain`t 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
I`m a blind, I`m 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
