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Blind Fiddler
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Singer/Songwriter
Blind Fiddler was released on January 1, 2006 by Vanguard Records as a part of the album 'Bout Changes and Things
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2006
LabelVanguard Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM157

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Andersen
Eric Andersen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Andersen
Eric Andersen
Composer

Lyrics

I lost my eyes in the Harlan pits in the year of '56
While pulling a faulty drill chain that was out of fix
It bounded from the wheel and there concealed my doom
I am a blind fiddler far from my home
I went up into Louisville to visit Dr. Laine
He operated on one of my eyes still it is the same
The Blue Ridge can't support me, it just ain't got the room
Would a wealthy colliery owner like to hear a fiddler's tune?
With politics and threatening tones the owners can control
And the unions have all left us a long, long time ago
Machinery lying scattered, no drill sounds in the mine
For all the good a collier is, he might as well be blind
Was a time I worked a long fourteen for a short eight bucks a day
You're lucky if you're mining, that's what the owners say
And if you've got complaining, you'd better aim to keep it low
How come they took my food stamps, does anybody know?
My father was a miner's son, a miner still is he
But his eyes have took a fever, and there's a shaking in his knee
The holes are closing rapidly, he cannot understand
A machine's got a bigger arm than him or any other man
Plastic for the windows, cardboard for the door
Baby's mouth is twisting, it'll twist a little more
"They need welders in Chicago" falls hollow to the floor
How many miners made that trip a thousand times or more?
The lights are burning bright, there's laughter in the town
But the streets are dark and empty, there ain't a miner to be found
They're in some lonesome hollow where the sun refuse to shine
And the baby's screams are muffled in the sweetness of the wine
With a wife and four young children depending now on me
Whatever can I serve them with? My God, I cannot see
Through the Blue Ridge Mountains I am content to roam
Yes, I am a blind fiddler, far from my home
Yes, I am a blind fiddler, far from my home
Written by: Eric Andersen
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