Il testo della Olde fashion black magik

Ol hangin moon castin rays
On them raw bones and swampland graves
The dirty thirties
In a bible belt town
A bad moon rising, a son going down
Olde fashion black magik
The left hand shaking
The right hand of god
A souther preacher's grin
And a black magic woman's nod
Brothers and sisters a bad seed's a comin
A vodoo child is born
A southern church shunnin
Olde fashion black magik
Hell bound son of a preacher,
A bad seed's a comin
Hell bound son of preacher,the bayou's a floodin
Brothers and sisters a bad seeds a comin
That southern devils hummin
And the bayou's a floodin'
And a bad seeds a comin
A boone county bayou bellow
With the devil on my breath
Whiskey on my lips
Soon ill meet my death