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