Who抯 gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who抯 gonna let it roll?
Who抯 gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who抯 gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
Oh, lucky抯 been drivin� a long, long time
And now he抯 stuck on top of the hill.
With twelve forward gears, it抯 been a long hard climb,
And with all of them ladies, though, he抯 lonely still.
Who抯 gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who抯 gonna let it roll?
Who抯 gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who抯 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抮ies, what more can I tell,
With all of his trav抣in�, but I抦 still on that road.
Who抯 gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who抯 gonna let it roll?
Who抯 gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Who抯 gonna let it down easy to save his soul?
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