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