Young Williams left his life inside a world nobody knew Darkness all around him, wasn't smart enough for school Kids called him names What a crying shame They didn't understand But once he's got that guitar in his hands
They called him G.O.A.T The greatest of all times Blind Billy when his fingers flying You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke They called him G.O.A.T
I drove down the dirt roads Out pass the county line To see that child of God, born deaf, dumb and blind Sitting on that back porch In the field tobacco green Behold a miracle, the best I have ever seen
They called him G.O.A.T Greatest of all times Blind Billy when his fingers flying You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke They called him G.O.A.T
He had peace in his own mind, but no stage and no spotlight The greatest picker the world would never know They called him G.O.A.T
They called him G.O.A.T Greatest of all times Greatest of all timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
