Lyrics:

I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop in the year of '76
While working on a revolver and it was out of six
Well, I am so sad and lonely and I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home

I've been down to Knoxville had a talk with Dr Lane
He operated on one of my eyes but nothing could he gain
Hmm, oh, I'm so sad and lonely and I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home

I've got a wife and three little kids depending now on me
They're sharin' all my troubles wherever they may be
Mhm, oh, I hope that they'll be careful as through this life they roam
'Cause I am a blind fiddler and I cannot help them none

And I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop in the year of '76
While working on a revolver and it was out of six
Well, I am so sad and lonely and I am condemned to roam
Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home

Well, I am a blind fiddler I'm a great long ways from home