| «Say that boy’s a wonderment»
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| «No! |
| The kid’s a freak»
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| But that kid he don’t care none
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| His black hands resting on the keys
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| Hoppin' like a big old frog
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| And hissin' like a train
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| Entertaining royalty
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| All points east, west and in-between
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| General he’s a fine old man
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| Treat him like his own
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| «Boy wouldn’t know from money»
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| Just throw old Blind Tom a bone
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| From the times of King Cotton
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| May we present to you
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| All you Jim Crow monkeys
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| From Harlan County down to Tuscaloo
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| Play me anything you like
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| I’ll play it back to you
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| Be careful what you call me though
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| Some things cut clear on through
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| I may be an idiot
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| I may be a savant
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| I didn’t choose this life for me
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| But it’s something that I want
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| Cocks that old big head aside
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| Grunts a word or two
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| Keeps 'em guessin' every night
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| Is he really gonna make it through
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| Faint hearts with their fans out
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| Starched collars and cigars
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| He weren’t no use for slavin'
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| «I wouldn’t want him in my yard» |