Blind JackI had fiddled all day at the county fair.But driving home “Butch” Weldy and Jack McGuire,Who were roaring full, made me fiddle and fiddleTo the song ofSusie Skinner, while whipping the horsesTill they ran away. Blind as I was, I tried to get outAs the carriage fell in the ditch,And was caught in the wheels and killed.There’s a blind man here with a browAs big and white as a cloud.And all we fiddlers, from highest to lowest,Writers of music and tellers of storiesSit at his feet,And hear him sing of the fall of Troy.
I had fiddled all day at the county fair.But driving home “Butch” Weldy and Jack McGuire,Who were roaring full, made me fiddle and fiddleTo the song ofSusie Skinner, while whipping the horsesTill they ran away. Blind as I was, I tried to get outAs the carriage fell in the ditch,And was caught in the wheels and killed.There’s a blind man here with a browAs big and white as a cloud.And all we fiddlers, from highest to lowest,Writers of music and tellers of storiesSit at his feet,And hear him sing of the fall of Troy.