How About You
Jesse Winchester
Why feel sorry for the blind man?
His soul is a bird on a wing
Why you might have eyes like an eagle
And never see one blessed thing?
Why feel sorry for the lame man?
And fret that he may be fall down?
Why you might have legs like a race horse
And never get feet on the ground?
He's alright, makin' do
Doing fine, how 'bout you?
Save your tears all for someone
Who's lost but he won't call out
Why he might have a voice like an angel
And nothing to sing about
He's alright, makin' do
Doing fine, how 'bout you?
He's alright, makin' do
Doing fine, how 'bout you?
