Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Oh, Lucky's been drivin' a long, long time

And now he's stuck on top of the hill.

With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard climb,

And with all of them ladies, though, he's lonely still.

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?

Well, he deep in number and heavy in toil,

Mighty Mockingbird, he still has such a heavy load.

Beneath his bound'ries, what more can I tell,

With all of his trav'lin', but I'm still on that road.

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it roll?

Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?

Who's gonna let it down easy to save his soul?