Chords for Eric Andersen - Blind Fiddler

_ [Bb] I closed my eyes in the Highland pits in the year of [Abm] 56
While [Bb] pulling a faulty drill chain that [Eb] was out of [Bb] fix _
Bounded from the wheel and there concealed [Abm] my doom
[Bb] I am a blind fiddler _ [Abm]
[Ebm] far from [Bbm] my home
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ I went up into Louisville to visit [Ab] Dr.
Lane
[Bb] He operated on one of my eyes, still it is the same
The Blue Ridge can't support me, just [Ab] ain't got [Bb] the room
Would a wealthy colliery owner like [Ab] to [Eb] hear a fiddler's [Bbm] tune? _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ With politics and threatening tones the owners can't control
And the unions have all left us a long, long time ago
Machinery lying scattered, no drill sounds in the mine
For all the good a collier is, he might as well be [G] blind
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was a time I worked a long 14, for a short 8 bucks a day
You're lucky if you're mining, that's what the owners say
And if you got complaining, you better aim to keep it low
How come they cut my food stamps, does [Eb] anybody [Bbm] know?
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ My father was a miner's son, a miner still is he
But his eyes took a fever and there's a shaking in his knee
The holes are closing rapidly, he cannot understand
The machine has got a bigger [Eb] arm than him or any [Bbm] other man _
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_ _ _ Plastic for the window, cardboard for the door
The baby's mouth is twisting, it'll twist a little more
They need welders in Chicago, false hollow to the floor
How many miners have made that [Ab] trip a [Eb] thousand [Bb] times [Bbm] more?
The _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
lights are burning bright, there's laughter in the town
But the streets are dark and empty, there ain't a miner to be found
They're in some lonesome holler where the sun refused to shine
And a baby screams muffled in [Eb] the sweetness [Bb] of the wine _
_ _ With a wife and four young children depending now on me
Whatever can I serve them with, my God, I cannot see
Through the Blue Ridge Mountains I am content to roam
Yes, I am a blind fiddler [Ebm]
far [Bb] from my home
Yes, I am a blind fiddler far [Bbm] from my home
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