Let The Little Boy Sing Lyrics

Let The Little Boy Sing

Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Lousiana
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 aound

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
fly