Eyesight to the Blind

You've talking about your woman

I wish to God... man... that you could see mine

You're talking about your woman

I wish to God that you could see mine

Every time the little girl start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind

Lord... her daddy must been a millionaire... 'cause I can tell by the way she walk

Her daddy must been a millionaire... because I can tell by the way she walk

Every time she start to loving... the deaf and dumb begin to talk

I remember one Friday morning

We was lying down across the bed

Man in the next room a-dying... stopped dying and lift up his head

And said... Lord... ain't she pretty... and the whole state know she fin

Every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind

All right and all right... now

Lay it on me... lay it on me... lay it on me

Oh lordy... what a woman... what a woman

Yes... I declare she's pretty and the whole state knows she's fine

Man... I declare she's pretty... God knows I declare she's fine

Every time she starts to loving... whoo... she brings eyesight to the blind

I've got to get out of here... now... let's go... let's go... let's go now