| My grandpa was a minstrel man
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| A minstrel man was he
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| And to tell the truth I guess I’ve got some minstrel blood in me
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| You can have all the harps in heaven
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| Blow all the horns here on the ground
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| But I find I still get my greatest thrill
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| Every time I hear this sound
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| I love to hear that old calliope
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| I love the melody of an old calliope
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| And when you hear the thrilling harmony
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| Gather round the minstrel’s show’s in town
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| It sounds so good
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| That old calliope
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| What is more heavenly
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| Than an old calliope
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| Here comes the band
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| Oh what a sight to see
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| Gather round the minstrel’s show’s in town
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| Banjos strumming
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| Folks are humming
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| Minstrel’s coming
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| What a show what a show
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| It’s the finest show I know
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| It’s coming near Coming near coming near
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| That old calliope
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| What a sight to see
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| Oh what a melody
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| What a melody
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| Oh the old calliope
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| Old calliope
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| So loud and clear
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| That thrilling harmony
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| Gather round the minstrel’s show’s in town
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| There’s the interlocutor
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| And Mr. Bones so full of life
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| Who’s that lady you were with last night
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| That was no lady that was my wife
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| Ha ha
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| Ha Ha
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| Ho ho
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| Ho ho
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| What a show what a show what a show
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| Says the interlocutor
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| To Mr. Bones so full of pride
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| Why does a chicken cross the road
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| Why to get to the other side
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| I love to hear that old calliope
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| I love the melody of an old calliope
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| And when you hear that thrilling harmony
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| Gather round the minstrel’s show’s in town |