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