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He's just the blind man in the bleachers
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To the local home town fans
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And he sits beneath the speakers
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Way back in the stands
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And he listens to the play by play
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He's just waiting for one name
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He wants to hear his son get in the game
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But the boy's not just a hero
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He's strictly second team
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Tho he runs each night for touchdowns
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In his father's sweetest dreams
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He's gonna be a star some day
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Tho you might never tell
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But the blind man in the bleachers knows he will
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And the last game of the season is a Friday night at home
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And no one knows the reason but the blind man didn't come
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And his boy looks kinda nervous
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Sometimes turns around and stares
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Just as tho' he sees the old man sittin' there
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The local boys are tryin' but they slowly lose their will
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Another player's down and now
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He's carried from the field
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At halftime in the locker room
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The kid goes off alone
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And no one sees him talkin' on the phone
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The game's already started
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When he gets back to the team
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And half the crowd can hear his coach yell
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"Where the hell you been?"
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"Just gettin' ready for the second half,"
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Is all he'll say
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"Cause now you're gonna let me in to play."
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Without another word, he turns and runs into the game
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And through the silence on the field
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Loudspeakers call his name
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It'll make the local papers
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How the team came from behind
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When they saw him playin' his heart to win
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And when the game was over
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The coach asked him to tell
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What was it he was thinkin' of
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That made him play so well
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"You knew my dad was blind," he said
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"Tonight he passed away"
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"It's the first time that my father's seen me play
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Last Game Of The Season
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| David Geddes |
