Hey little boy
Don't u cry
Ur eyes are sad
Ur life is hard
But one hundred years will pass
And your grandson will become a president of the USA
And one million people will come to greet
Mister president of the USA
Your father's back in scars from whips
Your mothers' fingers bleed from cotton
Every Sunday you go to church together
And you pray ask God for the cotton fields
To just be a short part of your long life
As only in one hundred years
Your grandson will become the president of the USA
And one million people will gather in gigantic square
And one million voices will unite to say
""You are the president the USA""
Your father's back in scars from whips
Your mothers' fingers bleed from cotton
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Hey little boy
Don't u cry
Ur eyes are sad
Ur life is hard
But one hundred years will pass
And your grandson will become a president of the USA
And one million people will come to greet
Mister president of the USA
Your father's back in scars from whips
Your mothers' fingers bleed from cotton
Every Sunday you go to church together
And you pray ask God for the cotton fields
To just be a short part of your long life
As only in one hundred years
Your grandson will become the president of the USA
And one million people will gather in gigantic square
And one million voices will unite to say
""You are the president the USA""
Your father's back in scars from whips
Your mothers' fingers bleed from cotton
Don't u cry
Ur eyes are sad
Ur life is hard
But one hundred years will pass
And your grandson will become a president of the USA
And one million people will come to greet
Mister president of the USA
Your father's back in scars from whips
Your mothers' fingers bleed from cotton
Every Sunday you go to church together
And you pray ask God for the cotton fields
To just be a short part of your long life
As only in one hundred years
Your grandson will become the president of the USA
And one million people will gather in gigantic square
And one million voices will unite to say
""You are the president the USA""
Your father's back in scars from whips
Your mothers' fingers bleed from cotton
Writer: Natalya Lapteva, Viktor Shapovalov
Copyright: Lyrics © Iricom US Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Iricom US Ltd