How ’Bout You ?

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 ?