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