Let The Little Boy Sing - Neil Diamond

Take you back to a cotton field

In the heart of Louisiana

A little boy 'bout nine years old

Singin' songs in the heat of the day

But 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 the boy if you can

Take 'em Lord by the hand

And let the little boy sing

Got a feeling that takes you home

Got a melody on his own

Let the little boy sing

Let the little boy try

Let the little boy by

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

You sing it like no one around

And nobody walked by without feelin' high

Never heard it before

But they’ve been calling for more

Let the little boy sing

Got a melody on 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

Then he’ll take you away

«…Ladies and Gentlemen!

The Superdome is proud to introduce

The little boy with the soul of the south!»

Let the little boy sing

Got a feeling that takes you home

Got a melody all his own

Let the little boy sing

Let the little boy try

Let the little boy by

He can take you along

On the wings of his song

Let the little boy fly

Just let the little boy sing

Got a feeling that takes you home

Got a melody on his own

Let the little boy sing