| Song | Blind Since Birth |
| Artist | Mark Selby |
| Album | More Storms Comin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Selby, Sillers | |
| Old man sittin' on the dock | |
| Frettin' that National Steel | |
| Got his feet in the water | |
| Hands on the metal | |
| Playin' it all by feel | |
| He's got nothin' but time | |
| And the changin' tide | |
| The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth | |
| Blind since birth | |
| Old man sittin' on a crate | |
| With an amped-up Silvertone | |
| When he reaches for | |
| That bottle-neck slide | |
| Makes you shiver and moan | |
| Blue notes float | |
| Like puffs of smoke | |
| He pulls another Lucky | |
| From the pocket of his shirt | |
| Blind since birth | |
| At the state-run school | |
| Eight years old | |
| A cheap six-string | |
| So the story goes... | |
| Old man sittin' in the dark | |
| Frettin' that National Steel | |
| Got his feet on the floor | |
| Hands on the metal | |
| Playin' it all by feel | |
| Blue notes cry | |
| Scream and sigh | |
| 'Til his fingers bleed | |
| And his back-bone hurts | |
| Blind since birth |
| zuo qu : Selby, Sillers | |
| Old man sittin' on the dock | |
| Frettin' that National Steel | |
| Got his feet in the water | |
| Hands on the metal | |
| Playin' it all by feel | |
| He' s got nothin' but time | |
| And the changin' tide | |
| The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth | |
| Blind since birth | |
| Old man sittin' on a crate | |
| With an ampedup Silvertone | |
| When he reaches for | |
| That bottleneck slide | |
| Makes you shiver and moan | |
| Blue notes float | |
| Like puffs of smoke | |
| He pulls another Lucky | |
| From the pocket of his shirt | |
| Blind since birth | |
| At the staterun school | |
| Eight years old | |
| A cheap sixstring | |
| So the story goes... | |
| Old man sittin' in the dark | |
| Frettin' that National Steel | |
| Got his feet on the floor | |
| Hands on the metal | |
| Playin' it all by feel | |
| Blue notes cry | |
| Scream and sigh | |
| ' Til his fingers bleed | |
| And his backbone hurts | |
| Blind since birth |
| zuò qǔ : Selby, Sillers | |
| Old man sittin' on the dock | |
| Frettin' that National Steel | |
| Got his feet in the water | |
| Hands on the metal | |
| Playin' it all by feel | |
| He' s got nothin' but time | |
| And the changin' tide | |
| The pull of the moon and the spinnin' of the earth | |
| Blind since birth | |
| Old man sittin' on a crate | |
| With an ampedup Silvertone | |
| When he reaches for | |
| That bottleneck slide | |
| Makes you shiver and moan | |
| Blue notes float | |
| Like puffs of smoke | |
| He pulls another Lucky | |
| From the pocket of his shirt | |
| Blind since birth | |
| At the staterun school | |
| Eight years old | |
| A cheap sixstring | |
| So the story goes... | |
| Old man sittin' in the dark | |
| Frettin' that National Steel | |
| Got his feet on the floor | |
| Hands on the metal | |
| Playin' it all by feel | |
| Blue notes cry | |
| Scream and sigh | |
| ' Til his fingers bleed | |
| And his backbone hurts | |
| Blind since birth |