Lyrics The Blind Fiddler - Pete Seeger
I
lost
my
eyes
in
the
blacksmith
shop
in
the
year
of
fifty-six
While
dusting
out
a
t-flange,
which
was
out
of
fix
It
bounded
from
the
tongs,
and
there
concealed
my
doom
I
am
a
blind
fiddler,
and
far
from
my
home
I've
been
to
San
Francisco,
I've
been
to
Dr.
Lane
He
operated
on
one
o'
my
eyes,
but
nothing
could
he
gain
He
told
me
that
I'd
never
see,
and
it's
no
use
to
mourn
I
am
a
blind
fiddler,
and
far
from
my
home
I
have
a
wife
and
three
little
ones
dependin'
now
on
me
To
share
all
my
troubles,
whatever
they
may
be
I
hope
that
they'll
be
careful,
while
I'm
compelled
to
I
am
a
blind
fiddler,
and
far
from
my
home
1 Peg and Awl
2 The Blind Fiddler
3 Buffalo Skinners
4 Eight-Hour Day
5 Hard Times in the Mill
6 Roll Down the Line
7 Hayseed Like Me, A
8 Farmer is the Man, The (Who Feeds Us All)
9 Come All You Hardy Miners
10 He Lies in the American Land
11 Casey Jones (The Union Scab)
12 Let Them Wear Their Watches Fine
13 Cotton Mill Colic
14 Seven Cent Cotton and Forty Cent Meat
15 Mill Mother's Lament
16 Fare Ye Well, Old Ely Branch
17 Beans, Bacon, and Gravy
18 The Death of Harry Simms
19 Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues
20 The Ballad of Barney Graham
21 My Children are Seven in Number
22 Raggedy
23 Pittsburgh Town
24 Sixty Per Cent
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