Quaker City Night Hawks - Medicine Man

Текст песни

Think I’m a winner of fifty three
Mean old devil had it out for me
Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree
Don’t let the devil rode after for me, ah
Don’t have the fever, nearly kill me dead
The dark magic thing is too as fiery lives
Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Not until the sun get bright as it can
Not till Paul get the medicine man
He gave me something for the pain
He gave me something to help me sleep
He don’t want to set off and he disappear
He don’t ever gonna let he heal
Ah, ah, ah
Not until the sun get bright as it can
Not till Paul get the medicine man
Don’t have the fever, nearly kill me dead
The dark magic thing is too as fiery lives
Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me
Don’t let the devil roll it out for me