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
