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He was the seventh son of a seventh son |
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People claimed that he could cure anyone |
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He had the power there is no doubt |
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From his healing hands the light shone all about |
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No magic potion or mystic words |
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His eyes stared at you, no sound was heard |
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People came from north and south |
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To see this faith healing man, see what he was all about |
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Cured the young and cured the old |
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Soon the whole nation knew his name |
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Seventh son of a seventh son |
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Is it to late, now that |
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I've come? |
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Seventh son of a seventh son |
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Is it to late? |
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You know why |
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I've come? |
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Outside his door where queues ten deep |
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Soon this faith healing man could get no sleep |
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On the street they milled outside |
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Soon this man had to spend his days inside |
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He cured a woman who could not speak |
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And you know the blind child? |
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Now he can see |
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Never asked for payment or took anything from them |
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Faith healing man was not the same |
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One day a man with a big cigar |
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Drove into town in a long, long silver car |
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He made a deal, said thin boy would go far |
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Said he'd make this faith healing country boy into a movie star |
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The seventh son of a seventh son |
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He moved away from this small town |
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To the city he soon came |
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He looked up in lights, saw his name |
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See all the people who knew him well |
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As though he was still here, the stories they all tell |
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About the time he made the lame boy walk |
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But know you have to pay hear him talk |
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One day he returned from the city of lights |
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You know something had happened there, his powers had died |
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But know he says he won't cure no more |
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Faith healin' man you have returned |
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Seventh son of a seventh son |
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Is it to late? |
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You know why |
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I've come? |
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Seventh son of a seventh son |
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To be cured, well, half went up with those big city lights |
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Seventh son of a seventh son |
