He's gone, Blind Boy Fuller's gone away   He's gone, Blind Boy Fuller's gone away   Well, he heard a voice calling   And he knew he could not stay      Well, he called me to his bedside one morning   And the clock was strikin' four   Called me to his bedside one morning   And the clock was strikin' four   Brownie take my guitar and carry my business on   I won't stay here no more      Blind Boy had a million friends   North, east, south and west   Blind Boy had a million friends   North, east, south and west   Well you know it's hard to tell   Which place he was loved the best      Well, all you women of Blind Boy's   How do you want your lovin' done?   All of you women of Blind Boy's   How do you want your lovin' done?   I'll do my best, I'll do my best   To carry Blind Boy's business on      Goodbye, Blind Boy