Blind Tom - Grant-Lee Phillips

Tom’s at the piano talkin' to a ghost

Playin' with his eyes shut tight

Here’s a little song I learnt it from the wind

I heard it on the wind last night

Beats workin' in the field for a little blind boy

Playin' in the dime museum

Day the colonel came and he take ya by the hand

What a lucky day for him

When Tom is at the bench his hands are not his own

Some spirit in the room takes hold

Never seen the sun much less read a note

But he makes ya wanna tap your toes

Make your daddy proud oh make your daddy rich

Some candy and cake for Tom

Till the crowd dies down and the colonel’s in the grave

And the candy and the cake are gone

Tom’s at the piano talkin' to a ghost

Playin' with his eyes shut tight

Here’s a little song I learnt it from the wind

I heard it on the wind last night