The girl is blind and beautiful, I’m honour bound and dutiful,
Her head is warm, her skin is cool and she’s got religion in a
big way. She says those hands are healing hands, I bet she’s
travelled many lands, But I bet she’s never met a man who
understands her quite the way that I do. And how was I supposed
to know that she’s the one betrothed, To a catholic guy with
stronger faith then I, Just as I was on my knees with a golden
ring between my teeth, Her fingers said she’s someone elses
bride. Oh she’ll never see the beauty I can see, Oh she’ll never
see her own sweet bonny face. A rejection note written in
braille, Hear my smoke filled larynx wail, Cigarettes make me
feel alone and her voice gives the lonely tone to my song.