A E A E A

1. Why feel sorry for the blind man, his soul is a bird on the wing

2. And why feel sorry for the lame man and fret that he’ll maybe fall down

3. Now save all your tears for that someone who is lost but he won’t cry out

D A E A

1. While you might have eyes like an eagle and never see one blessed thing

2. Why you might legs like a racehorse and never get one foot on the ground

3. Why he might have a voice like an angel and nothing to sing about

He’s alright, He’s making do, He’s doing fine, How ‘bout you

I’m alright, I’m making do, I’m doing fine, How ‘bout you