Old man sittin' on the dock Frettin' that National Steel Got his feet in the water Hands on the metal Playin' it all by feel He's got nothin' but time And the changin' tide The pull of the moon And the spinnin' of the earth Blind since birth Old man sittin' on a crate With an amped-up Silvertone When he reaches for That bottleneck slide Makes you shiver and moan Blue notes float Like puffs of smoke He pulls another lucky From the pocket of his shirt Blind since birth At the state run school Eight years old A cheap six-string So the story goes Old man sittin' in the dark Frettin' that National Steel Got his feet on the floor Hands on the metal Playin' it all by feel Blue notes cry Scream and sigh 'Til his fingers bleed And his backbone hurts Blind since birth