The Felice Brothers - Poor blind birds

We ^Glive in a ^G7world we can't ^Cunderstand ^GPoor ^Dblind ^Cbirds, if we're ^Danything ^GAnd the ^G7world is not w^Chat it seems ^GTo ^Dpoor blind ^Gbirds

^GWe were ^G7laughed out of ^Ceden (so they say) ^GIn the ^Dwake of our^C first ^Dmistake ^GAnd no one ^G7knew where the^C road was leading ^GWe spent our ^Ddays ^Crunning from ^Dmaze to maze

We ^Glive in a ^G7world we can't ^Cunderstand, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GPoor ^Dblind ^Cbirds, if we're^D anything ^GAnd the ^G7world is not ^Cwhat it seems, ooh-ooh,ooh ^GTo p^Door blind ^Gbirds

^GSince you been^G7 dead these ^Cseven years ^GI've seen you^D twice in ^Ca glass of red brandy^D and ice ^GAs the ^G7sky filled with ^Cgold and spears ^GAnd hung a ^Dwreath ^Cin the ho^Duse of grief

We ^Glive in a ^G7world we can't ^Cunderstand, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GPoor ^Dblind ^Cbirds, if we're^D anything ^GAnd the ^G7end is no^Ct the end, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GFor p^Door bli^Gnd birds

^GSo I'm l^G7eaving on the ^Cbus tonight ^GThrough the ^Dsnow ^Cof shana^Dndo-ah ^GIn this^G7 long d^Cream of life ^GIt's a lonely ^Droad ^Cthat leads u^Ds home

We ^Glive in a ^G7world we can't ^Cunderstand, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GPoor ^Dblind ^Cbirds, if we're^D anything ^GAnd the ^G7world is not ^Cwhat it seems, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GTo p^Door bli^Gnd birds

We ^Glive in a ^G7world we can't ^Cunderstand, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GPoor ^Dblind ^Cbirds, if we're^D anything ^GAnd the ^G7end is no^Ct the end, ooh-ooh-ooh ^GFor p^Door bli^Gnd birds