Nothing much left to give
Falling down short lived
Pretty broke and pretty fractured
Couldn't elude the hounds of capture
Heard a record going round
I fell in love with the sound
With the sky and with the wind
The river underneath your skin
You're the joke and the punch line
Never saw it coming from the blind side
The stupid treasures you dug up
Held them up to the light and wiped off the dirt
You find your calling just to lose your trust
With your little heart and a wooden crutch
It's all one big circus sideshow
By now kid hey you should have known
Where to reach and what to do
Who left to pray to
When the gas is as good as gone
Kid what you been running on
Tired of get tired of spend
From beginning on down to the end
Tired of poor tired of wealth
Tired of my raggedy-ass self
And the dues they're never paid up
A few nickels in my rusty tin cup
No matter how and no matter what
More than likely won't be enough
It won't be easy but it won't take long
Close your eyes draw a breath and be gone
This thing that has chosen you
And the needle spins out in the last groove
Blind Side Lyrics performed by Bill Mallonee are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Blind Side Lyrics performed by Bill Mallonee is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD