Emilie Mover - Be So Blind Lyrics

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