Minstrel Boy by Bob Dylan (original lyrics)

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?