Eyesight to the Blind

You're talkin' about your woman

I wish to God, man, that you could see mine

You're talkin' about your woman

I wish to God that you could see mine

Every time the little girl start to lovin'

She bring eyesight to the blind

Lord, her daddy must've been a millionaire

'Cause I could tell by the way she walk

Her daddy must've been a millionaire

Because I could tell by the way she walks

Every time she start to lovin'

The deaf and dumb begin to talk

I remember one Friday morning

We were lyin' down across the bed

Man in the next room a'dyin'

Stopped dyin' and lift up his head

Said "Lord, ain't she pretty

And the whole state know she fine

Every time she start to lovin'

She bring eyesight to the blind

Alright now, alright now

Lay it on, lay it on me, lay it on me

Oh, Lordy, what a woman, what a woman

Yes, I declare she's pretty

And the whole state know she fine

Man, I declare she's pretty

God knows I declare she fine

Every time she start to lovin', ooh

She bring eyesight to the blind

We got to get outta here now

Let's go, let's go, let's go now