Take you back to a cotton field In the heart of Louisiana Little boy about nine years old Sings a song in the heat of the day 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 my boy began Take the lord by the hand
Let the little boy sing Got a feeling that takes you home Got a melody of his own Let the little boy sing
Let the little boy try Let the little boy buy 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 Take it like no one around
Nobody walked by Without feelin' high Never heard it before They'd be calling for more
Let the little boy sing Got a melody of 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
Let him take you away
(Ladies and gentlemen Super?? are proud to introduce The little boy with a soul of a star)
Let the little boy sing Got a melody of his own Got a feeling that takes you home Let the little boy sing Let the little boy try Let the little boy buy He can take you along On the wings of his song Let the little boy flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
