J. Stacy S. Storey
Cabin on a cruise with a window chair - Nowhere to go, so you might as well go there - Organizing letters, pictures of your long lost friends - Staring out the window, looking for the medicine man...
Man-o-man what you need is the medicine man... Ooooo - gotta find him, if you can...
You got a thing for pain, but you never felt like this before - Still got money, feel down and dirty poor - Traveling lighter, just taking what you need - Sleeping all hours, sleep-walking in between...
Man-o-man what you need is the medicine man... Ooooo - gotta find him, if you can...
Oooo, medicine man -- you cure my condition - Oooo, do what you can -- you talk and I'll listen... To the medicine man...
Oooo, you were all the rave, baby in your day, you were really something...
You really gave it to them - you just walked right through them... oh yeaah....
All the women talked about you, the men loved to see you - then...
Oooo, you were the one to watch, the debutante that made it happen...
Oooooooooo, you can live again...
You need the medicine man... Need the medicine man... Man-o-man... you gotta get the medicine man.
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