Eyesight to the Blind
Well well well well…
You were talkin’ bout’chor woman
I wish to God that’choo could see mine
You were talkin’ bout’chor woman
I wish to God man… that’choo could see mine
Every time my little girl start to loving… she bring eyesight to the blind
Lord… her daddy musta been a millionaire… ‘cause I can tell by the way she walk
Her daddy musta been a millionaire… ‘cause I can tell by the way she walk
Every time she start loving… the deaf and dumb begin to talk
Yeah… you know what they say
I remember one Friday morning
We was lying down across your bed
Man in the back room was dying… eyes were sad… and I stroked his head
And I said… Lordy… ain’t she pertty… and the whole state knows shes fine… yeah
And every every every time she start to loving… she bring eyesight to the blind
What a woman I got here
Lean on me baby… lean on me
Oh…
Yes… I declare she pretty and the whole state knows she’s fine
Man… I declare she pretty… Lordy Lordy I declare she’s fine
Every every every every time she starts to loving… she bring eyesight to the blind