He left Saint Louis with a hatter and a hare,
thirty five cents and a lighter and the dirt in his hair.
He went down to the crossroads and his momma was there.
She said, “Man, I can’t believe you’re my boy.”
He said, “Which way should I go?” She said, “No two are the same
and it sorta depends, I mean, what is your name.”
He thought “If momma don’t know it must be time for a change.”
He said, “You can call me Percy Boyd.”
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And like that he was gone. Like his daddy.
And like that he was gone. Like his daddy.
They all start the same, just a step and a way.
Call it a leap of faith or a fall from Grace,
but shame on the stranger who would stand in the way
of a young man finding his place.
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He left Saint Louis with a hatter and a hare,
thirty five cents and a lighter and the dirt in his hair.
He went back to the crossroads but his momma wasn’t there
she was back home saying her prayers.
So he sat on a park bench and started singing a song
and the passers by man it was catching on.
Now he’s leading the Cavalcade all the way home
tell his mama, he’ll soon be there.