There was a blind boy in Memphis, Tennessee

Who heard the savior call but he could not see him

He walked along the river's edge

Among the weeds and the red clay bed

And he thought that he might follow him

Thought that he might follow him

He was walking with a can of warm beer in his hand

And singing, Whole Lotta Love

Cicadas they were groaning in the trees

Weaving drunkenly up toward the sun

And he walked under the swollen sky

And felt the weight of what it was

Oh blind river boy

Blind river boy

Where are you going to tonight

He had a thought that he might stop and rest

Under the weeping willow limbs

And he decided to go wading

And he left his boots and hat there on the ledge

And he found his feet out walking

Where the water bloomed a brilliant red

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He went into his waist and the water

curled around him in a wake

All the water singing round him

What a lovely sound the water makes

what a lovely sound the water makes

Tenderly lifted like a woman in her

lover's gentle arms

The river pulled him under and

he heard a tugboat far off call

And a panic rose inside of him

he knew he was in terrible terrible harm

And now he's headed like a prayer to be spoken

at the river's deepest sound

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