Death of Blind Boy Fuller کے بول

He's gone, Blind Boy Fuller's gone away He's gone, Blind Boy Fuller's gone away Well he heard a voice calling, and he knew he could not stay Well he called me to his bedside one morning, and the clock was strikin' four Called me to his bedside one morning, and the clock was strikin' four Brownie take my guitar and carry my business on, I won't stay here no more Blind Boy had a million friends, north, east, south and west Blind Boy had a million friends, north, east, south and west Well you know it's hard to tell, which place he was loved the best Well all you women of Blind Boy's, how do you want your lovin' done? All of you women of Blind Boy's, how do you want your lovin' done? I'll do my best, I'll do my best, to carry Blind Boy's business on Goodbye Blind Boy!