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  • "Say that boy's a wonderment"
    "No! The kid's a freak"
    But that kid he don't care none
    His black hands resting on the keys
    Hoppin' like a big old frog
    And hissin' like a train
    Entertaining royalty
    All points east, west and in-between

    General he's a fine old man
    Treat him like his own
    "Boy wouldn't know from money"
    Just throw old Blind Tom a bone
    From the times of King Cotton
    May we present to you
    All you Jim Crow monkeys
    From Harlan County down to Tuscaloo

    Pay me anything you like
    I'll pay it back to you
    Be careful what you call me though
    Some things cut clear on through
    I may be an idiot
    I may be a savant
    I didn't choose this life for me
    But it's something that I want

    Cocks that old big head aside
    Grunts a word or two
    Keeps 'em guessin' every night
    Is he really gonna make it through
    Faint hearts with their fans out
    Starched collars and cigars
    He weren't no use for slavin'
    "I wouldn't want him in my yard"

    [Chorus x2]
  • "Say that boy's a wonderment"
    "No! The kid's a freak"
    But that kid he don't care none
    His black hands resting on the keys
    Hoppin' like a big old frog
    And hissin' like a train
    Entertaining royalty
    All points east, west and in-between

    General he's a fine old man
    Treat him like his own
    "Boy wouldn't know from money"
    Just throw old Blind Tom a bone
    From the times of King Cotton
    May we present to you
    All you Jim Crow monkeys
    From Harlan County down to Tuscaloo

    Pay me anything you like
    I'll pay it back to you
    Be careful what you call me though
    Some things cut clear on through
    I may be an idiot
    I may be a savant
    I didn't choose this life for me
    But it's something that I want

    Cocks that old big head aside
    Grunts a word or two
    Keeps 'em guessin' every night
    Is he really gonna make it through
    Faint hearts with their fans out
    Starched collars and cigars
    He weren't no use for slavin'
    "I wouldn't want him in my yard"

    [Chorus x2]