Blind Man In The Bleachers
By Kenny Star


Spoken:

Verse 1
              G                C                G              C
He’s just the blind man in the bleachers to the local hometown fans
       G (walk down)    Em       A7              D
And he sits beneath the speakers way back in the stands
       G              C                       G           C
And he listens to the play by play, he’s just waiting for one name
   A7                D              G
He wants to hear his son get in the game
        G                C          G               C
But the boy’s just not a hero, he’s strictly second team
          G (walk down)       Em                A7               D
Though he runs each night for touchdowns in his fathers sweetest dreams
G               C                   G               C
He’s gonna be a star someday though you might never tell
        A7               D                  G
But the blind man in the bleachers knows he will

Verse 2
        G                C           D               G
And the last game of the season is a Friday night at home
                                    C                D
And no one knows the reason but the blind man didn’t come
        C               D                 G (walk down)    Em
And his boy looks kinda nervous,sometimes turns around and stares
C                 D                        G
Just as though he sees the old man sitting there

Music like Verse 1
Well, the local boys are tryin’ but they slowly lose their will
Another players down and now he’s carried from the field
At halftime in the locker room the kid goes off alone
And no one sees him talkin’ on the phone

Music like Verse 2
And the games already started when he gets back to the team
And half the crowd can hear his coach yell, “Where the hell you been?”
“Just getting’ ready for the second half”, is all he’ll say
“Cause no you’re gonna let me in to play”

Music like Verse 2
And without another word he turns and runs into the game
And though the silence on the field, loudspeakers call his name
It’ll make the local papers how the team came from behind
When they saw him playing out his heart to win

Music like Verse 1
And when the game was over the coach asked him to tell
What was it he was thinkin’ of that made him play so well
“Well, you knew my Dad was blind”, he said, “Tonight he passed away”
“It’s the first time that my father’s seen me play”