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, 
She says she's travelled many lands,
and i bet that she's got healing hands
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, 
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.