Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Oh, lucky’s been drivin’ a long, long time
And now he’s stuck on top of the hill.
With twelve forward gears, it’s been a long hard climb,
And with all of them ladies, though, he’s lonely still.
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil,
Mighty mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.
Beneath his bound’ries, what more can I tell,
With all of his trav’lin’, but I’m still on that road.
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it roll?
Who’s gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who’s gonna let it down easy to save his soul? |
