Be So Blind

Same old trouble coming round again
 Good old trouble
 Always was, always will, always been my friend
 Lord have mercy on our gentle souls
 Lord have mercy
 We cry, we weep, we mope
 Oh lord, we don't know
 Was a time we'd read each other's minds
 How'd my best friends come to be so
 Come to be so, come to be so be so be so blind
 Come around now, they don't know my name
 Come around now
 They cry, they weep, they mope
 They know that it's a sin
 They know its a sin
 Paying mind to something that don't pay no mind to them
 But that's the nature of time
 It don't lose its, it don't lose its
 It don't lose its lose its lose its mind
 Gonna settle in some old country town
 Carry my load
 Do my work
 Love my loves
 And whistle when I'm down
 Let them say I was a simple, was a simple, was a simple man
 Let them tell how I cried, and wept
 And stood, and stood and stoop up again