Words I have nonenWords are lost & gonenWords it seems they don’t comenThe blues of a blind mannLove I have nonenLove is dead & gonenLove it won’t comenThe blues of a blind mannLove I have nonenLove is dead & gonenLove it won’t comenThe blues of a blind mannShotgun will tell how deep your bullet fellnTake me with you to ChicagonTake me with you to Cape TownnTake me with you to RionThe blues of a blind mannI will follow you to MemphisnI’ll follow you to AmsterdamnI will follow you to BerlinnThe blues of a blind mannSing the blues of a blind mannNo love, no sorrownNo love, no painnNo love will overcomenThe blues of a blind mann