Take you back to a cotton field In the heart of Louisiana A little boy ´bout nine years old Singin´ songs in the heat of the day
But Mama cried when her little boy sang She knew he could be someone special Mama cried ´cause the way that it was He would only be wasted away
Then his Mama would pray And every night she would say Help the boy if you can Take ´em Lord by the hand And let the little boy sing Got a feeling that takes you home Got a melody on his own Let the little boy sing
Let the little boy try Let the little boy by He can take you along On the wings of his song
Let the little boy fly
Take you back to New Orleans Where the music wakes up with the city To the bars by the railroad cars On the neon side of town
Sang a song on the city streets And people began to listen Southern boy, sing your southern song You sing it like no one around
And nobody walked by without feelin´ high Never heard it before But they´ve been calling for more
Let the little boy sing Got a melody on his own
Got a feeling that takes you home Let the little boy sing And let the little boy fly Let the little boy try He can take you along On the wings of his song Let the little boy fly Then he´ll take you away
"...Ladies and Gentlemen! The Superdome is proud to introduce The little boy with the soul of the south!"
Let the little boy sing Got a feeling that takes you home Got a melody all his own Let the little boy sing
Let the little boy try Let the little boy by He can take you along On the wings of his song Let the little boy fly
Just let the little boy sing Got a feeling that takes you home Got a melody on his own Let the little boy sing
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