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Eyesight To the Blind Written by - Sonny Boy Williamson From - Honkin' On Bobo You were talkin' 'bout your woman I wish to God that you could see mine You were talkin' 'bout your woman I wish to God, man, that you could see mine Every time that little girl start her lovin' She bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must have been a millionaire 'Cause I can tell by the way she walk Her daddy must have been a millionaire 'Cause I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start lovin' The deaf and dumb begin to talk Yeah, you know what they say I remember one Friday morning We was lying down across your bed Man in the next room was dyin' Eyes were sad and I stroked his head And I said Lord, ain't she purty And the whole state knows she's fine And every, every, every time she start to lovin' She bring eyesight to the blind What a woman I got here Lean on me baby... Lean on me Oh... Yes...I declare she pretty And the whole state knows she's fine Man...I declare she pretty... Lordy, Lordy, I declare she's fine And every, every, every time she start to lovin' She bring eyesight to the blind ©Arc Music Corp Submitted by - aerohead |