How do I get there with these old feet?
Wanderin' aimless - or so it seems
People's talkin', they's talkin' 'bout me's
Paperback shoes tied 'round these old feet

How do I see without these eyes?
Death relent and save my life
Poor my feet no more would go
Burn my hands on open road

Bicycle framework - no wheels or seats
Christmas tree carcass - all trimmin's free
Skeleton mattress - can't get no sleep
Relics made landmarks for these old feet

How do I clap with these two hands?
Beat sorrow down - I will withstand
When poor my feet no more would go
Dig these my hands to open road

I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man
I'm a blessed man