Take you back to a cotton field   In the heart of lousiana   Little boy about nine years old   Sings a song in the heat of the day   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 my boy began   Take the lord by the hand      Let the little boy sing   Got a feeling that takes you home   Got a melody of his own   Let the little boy sing      Let the little boy try   Let the little boy buy   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   Take it like no one aound      Nobody walked by   Without feelin' high   Never heard it before   They'd be calling for more      Let the little boy sing   Got a melody of 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      Let him take you away      (ladies and gentlemen   Super? ? are proud to introduce   The little boy with a soul of a star)      Let the little boy sing   Got a melody of his own   Got a feeling that takes you home   Let the little boy sing   Let the little boy try   Let the little boy buy   He can take you along   On the wings of his song   Let the little boy fly