Lyrics

Blind Man at the Wheel

Well I’m making my way back to Memphis
In this old Oldsmobile
Got half a tank of Gas and a Heart made of Glass
And A blind man at the wheel

Well I use to love ya Memphis
Gurl ya don me wrong
I just gave you my heart
We both knew it from the start
Love won’t last in a county try Song

Well I’m making my way back to Memphis
in this old Oldsmobile
Got half a tank of Gas
and a Heart made of Glass
And A blind man at the wheel

You drove to drink me back in Memphis
With your promises’ of silver and gold
Now I’m standing in line
Between 4th street and Vine
Just waiting for a cup of Joe

Well I’m making my way back to Memphis
in this old Oldsmobile
Got half a tank of Gas
and a Heart made of Glass
And A blind man at the wheel

Well I’ve got that yearning feeling for ya Memphis
I know this wicked circle Has no end
No matter where ya land Your just a one night stand
And I got them Memphis Blues once again

Well I’m making my way back to Memphis
in this old Oldsmobile
Got half a tank of Gas
and a Heart made of Glass
And A blind man at the wheel

Well I’m making my way back to Memphis
in this old Oldsmobile
Got half a tank of Gas
and a Heart made of Glass
And A blind man at the wheel