How About You - Jesse Winchester

Why feel sorry for the blind man?

His soul is a bird on a wing

Why you might have eyes like an eagle

And never see one blessed thing?

Why feel sorry for the lame man?

And fret that he may be fall down?

Why you might have legs like a race horse

And never get feet on the ground?

He’s alright, makin' do

Doing fine, how 'bout you?

Save your tears all for someone

Who’s lost but he won’t call out

Why he might have a voice like an angel

And nothing to sing about?

He’s alright, makin' do

Doing fine, how 'bout you?

He’s alright, makin' do

Doing fine, how 'bout you?