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(Bachman/Cummings) |
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A little boy sat crying on the floor |
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His daddy won't be coming home no more |
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He cannot reason why |
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His daddy had to die |
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And the Minstrel |
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Boy's not singing any more. |
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So play violin, play |
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Play 'til the night is over |
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Music will wash away all your sorrow. |
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At seventeen he thought he'd never cry |
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And then his angel had to say goodbye |
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But living must go on |
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To face another dawn |
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And the Minstrel |
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Boy's not singing any more. |
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So play violin, play |
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Play 'til the night is over |
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Music will wash away all your sorrow. |
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A moment later, life was just a dream |
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Remembering the things he'd done and seen |
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He now can reason why |
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He soon will have to die |
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And the Minstrel |
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Boy's not singing any more. |
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And the Minstrel |
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Boy's not singing any more. |
