LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Ballad Of Blind Tom
"Say that boy's a wonderment""No! The kid's a freak"But that kid he don't care noneHis black hands resting on the keysHoppin' like a big old frogAnd hissin' like a trainEntertaining royaltyAll points east, west and in-betweenGeneral he's a fine old manTreat him like his own"Boy wouldn't know from money"Just throw old Blind Tom a boneFrom the times of King CottonMay we present to youAll you Jim Crow monkeysFrom Harlan County down to TuscalooPlay me anything you likeI'll play it back to youBe careful what you call me thoughSome things cut clear on throughI may be an idiotI may be a savantI didn't choose this life for meBut it's something that I wantCocks that old big head asideGrunts a word or twoKeeps 'em guessin' every nightIs he really gonna make it throughFaint hearts with their fans outStarched collars and cigarsHe weren't no use for slavin'"I wouldn't want him in my yard"
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