The Seventh Son Songtext

von Willie Mabon

Now everybody's crying about the seventh son,
In the whole round world there is only one;
I'm the one, i'm the one,
I'm the one, i'm the one, the one they call the seventh son.

Now i can tell your future before it comes to pass,
I can do things for you makes your heart feel glad;
I can look at the skies and predict the rain,
I can tell when a woman's got another man;
I'm the one, i'm the one,
I'm the one, i'm the one, the one they call the seventh son.

I can hold you close and squeeze you tight,
I can make you cry for me both day and night,
I can heal the sick and raise the dead,
I can make you little girls talk all out of your head;
I'm the one, i'm the one,
I'm the one, i'm the one, the one they call the seventh son.

Now, i can talk these words that sound so sweet,
And make your loving heart even skip a beat.
I can take you, baby, and hold you in my arms,
And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones;
I'm the one, i'm the one,
I'm the one, i'm the one, the one they call the seventh son.