Gene Watson - Dreams of a dreamer gone blind

^ELost my pickup in a card game in New Orl^Aeans Lost my g^B7irl to a stranger in L^E.A Left my dreams in a motel in ^AAtlanta And I ^B7lost my mind somewhere along the ^Eway

Can't you ^Asee I'm dyin' on my ^Efeet ^AWalkin' to my grave, too gone to ^B7weep Them old m^Aemories that's tearing up my ^Emind Are the ^B7dreams of a dreamer gone ^Eblind

^EThe bright lights have gone the way for the ^Agood times This old ^B7yearning in my soul chills my ^Ebrain The ashes of my years have been ^Ascattered By the laug^B7hter,lights and wine of yeste^Erday

Can't you ^Asee I'm dyin' on my ^Efeet ^AWalkin' to my grave, too gone to ^B7weep Them old m^Aemories that's tearing up my ^Emind Are just dr^B7eams of a dreamer gone ^Eblind Them old m^Aemories that's tearing up my ^Emind Are just ^B7dreams of a dreamer gone ^Eblind ^{A E}