Say that boys a wonderment
No! The kids a freak
But that kid he dont 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 hes a fine old man
Treat him like his own
Boy wouldnt 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
Play me anything you like
Ill 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 didnt choose this life for me
But its 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 werent no use for slavin
I wouldnt want him in my yard
Play me anything you like
Ill 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 didnt choose this life for me
But its something that I want
Play me anything you like
Ill 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 didnt choose this life for me
But its something that I want