Standard (EADGBE)
7
7
First rain of winter first fall from grace
7
It's my first hollow echo in the halls of praise
7
How could Samson
I thought he was blind as a bat
7
How could he have torn down the temples like that
7
And how could little Ceasar
How could he know where of he spoke
7
When all of his wheels are turning into a joke
Cause the blind are leading the blind
Bbmaj 7
And I am amazed
At how they stumble homeward thru the haze
7
Got the soul of a ragpicker got the mind of a slug
7
I keep sweeping problems under my rug
7
And all of my fine
My fine fair weather friends yeah
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Will have no more time to make their amends
Cause the blind are leading the blind
Bbmaj 7
And I am amazed
At how they stumble homeward thru the haze