Winchester Why feel sorry for the blind man ? His soul is a bird on a wing Why you might have eyes like an eagle And never see one blessed thing ? Why feel sorry for the lame man ? And fret that he may be fall down ? Why you might have legs like a race horse And never get feet on the ground ? He's alright, makin' do Doing fine, how 'bout you ? Save your tears all for someone Who's lost but he won't call out Why he might have a voice like an angel And nothing to sing about ? He's alright, makin' do Doing fine, how 'bout you ? He's alright, makin' do Doing fine, how 'bout you ? ...