"Say that boy´s a wonderment" "No! The kid´s a freak" But that kid he don´t care none His black hands resting on the keys Hoppin´ like a big old frog
And hissin´ like a train Entertaining royalty All points east, west and in-between
General he´s a fine old man Treat him like his own "Boy wouldn´t know from money" Just throw old Blind Tom a bone From the times of King Cotton May we present to you All you Jim Crow monkeys From Harlan County down to Tuscaloo
Pay me anything you like I´ll pay it back to you Be careful what you call me though Some things cut clear on through I may be an idiot
I may be a savant I didn´t choose this life for me But it´s something that I want
Cocks that old big head aside Grunts a word or two Keeps ´em guessin´ every night Is he really gonna make it through Faint hearts with their fans out Starched collars and cigars He weren´t no use for slavin´ "I wouldn´t want him in my yard"