Whiskey Deaf And Whiskey Blind - Norman Blake

Wish I was down in Florida, Florida on the haul

Instead I’m way up in old Georgia, boys

Treated like a dog

Whiskey deaf and whiskey blind

Seaboard train rolling down that high iron seaboard line

Gonna catch her for down to Helen

To ease my worried mind

Whiskey deaf and whiskey blind

Way down on the corner

See the big parade go by

Wish I was in the brass band, marching to the sky

Whiskey deaf and whiskey blind

All around this country and what do you think I see?

Lord, whiskey, dope, and women

Done made a wreck of me

Whiskey deaf and whiskey blind

Cannot stand the government

Cannot stand the law

Cannot stand the dark days comin' on the saw

Whiskey deaf and whiskey blind

Way down on the railroad

Just-a walking on the ties

If Beulah man’s in Florida, boys

I’ll never say goodbye

Whiskey deaf and whiskey blind

And if I die roaming in some distant land

You can take me to the graveyard