[00:00.74]I lost my eyes in the blacksmith shop in the year of fifty-six
[00:06.45]While dusting out a t-flange, which was out of fix
[00:12.53]It bounded from the tongs, and there concealed my doom
[00:18.09]I am a blind fiddler, and far from my home
[00:25.16]I've been to San Francisco, I've been to Dr. Lane
[00:30.68]He operated on one o' my eyes, but nothing could he gain
[00:36.35]He told me that I'd never see, and it's no use to mourn
[00:41.66]I am a blind fiddler, and far from my home
[00:49.24]I have a wife and three little ones dependin' now on me
[00:54.49]To share all my troubles, whatever they may be
[01:00.11]I hope that they'll be careful, while I'm compelled to roam
[01:05.42]I am a blind fiddler, and far from my home