I lost my eyes in a blacksmith
Shop in the year of '76
While working on a revolver and
It was out of six
Well, I am so sad and lonely
And I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm
A great long ways from home

I've been down to Knoxville had
A talk with Dr Lane
He operated on one of my eyes
But nothing could he gain hmm, oh
I'm so sad and lonely and
I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm
A great long ways from home

I've got a wife and three little
Kids depending now on me
They're sharin' all my troubles
Wherever they may be mhm, oh
I hope that they'll be careful as
Through this life they roam
'Cause I am a blind fiddler and
I cannot help them none

And I lost my eyes in a blacksmith
Shop in the year of '76
While working on a revolver and
It was out of six
Well, I am so sad and lonely
And I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm
A great long ways from home

Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm
A great long ways from home

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Writer(s): DP, HOYT WAYNE AXTON