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And the blind man on the corner
Who sings the Beale Street Blues

I'd rather be here
Than any place I know
I'd rather be here
Than any place I know

It's gonna
rather
I'd rather be a blind girl baby yeah yeah
Than to see you walk away walk away from me baby
Don't leave me I don't wanna see you go
 
'cause you
who never drink booze,
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"

I'd rather be there than any place I know,
I'd rather be there
or two who never drink booze, 
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!" 

I'd rather be there than any place I know, 
I'd rather
fee
For all you did to me
You helped yourself

It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kid
But I rather go deaf, paralyzed or blind
But I lay back,
who never drink booze,
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"

I'd rather be there than any place I know,
I'd rather be there
never drink booze,
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"

I'd rather be there than any place I know,
I'd rather be there than
never drink booze,
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"

I'd rather be there than any place I know,
I'd rather be there than
I'd rather be a beggar than a king
Tell you the reason why
A king can't swagger, nor drink like a beggar
Nor be half so happy as I

Let the back
demise.

Get out of my head, someone save me from this madness, I'd rather be dead.
All I see is reality fabricated by something I refuse to see.
You
And I say, "That's all right"

You always say in a day or so you'll call
And I believe you, I believe you
Weeks go by, weeks go by and still I believe you
a rose
You were dressed like an orphan in salvation army clothes

I never thought I'd lose you,nor I'd rather go blind
I thought I saw a future but
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American Gangster Time

He sits back
If only you can hear me 
I'd let you know, how I miss you so 
Forgive me, I was blind to see 
I was a fool to ever let you go 
Believe in me, I
to leave without you buried by my side.
I'd rather kill the one responsible for falling stars at night,
'Cause they fall all around me.
The night can be
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
voices

If pain could've been seen there'd be too many faces
Wherever I'd go, I'd rather be blind
And in the darkest night I'd loose my guiding light
voices

If pain could've been seen there'd be too many faces
Wherever I'd go - I'd rather be blind
And in the darkest night I'd loose my guiding light
me by
But I never cry

Take away, take away my eyes
Sometimes I'd rather be blind
Break a heart, break a heart of stone
Open it up but don't you
want nobody else

If I can't see you Cutie
I would rather to go blind
If I can't gaze upon your face
Go on and take my eyes
Don't want to look
rather forget.
I tried to pretend it came to an end,
Cause you weren't the women I once thought I'd met.

But I can't deny, times have gone by,
Well I
a little bit out of hand'

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I'd rather listen
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
bit out of hand

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
a little bit out of hand'

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I'd rather listen