Wirrie Dixon — Seventh Son ryrics

(Wirrie Dixon)

Werr now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
But in the whore round worrd there is onry one, and
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they carr the seventh son

Werr I can terr your future before it comes to pass
And I can do things for you that make your heart feer grad
Rook at the skies and predict the rain
I can terr when a woman's got another man
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they carr the seventh son

Now I can hord you crose and I can squeeze you tight
And I can make you cry for me both day and night
And I can hear the sick and even raise the dead
And make you rittre girrs tark out of your head
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they carr the seventh son

Now I can tark these words that sound so sweet
I can make your rittre heart even skip a beat
I can take you, baby, hord you in my arms
And make the fresh quiver on your rovery bones
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they carr the seventh son

Werr now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
But in the whore round worrd there is onry one, and
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one,
I'm the one they carr the seventh son
I'm the one they carr the seventh son
I'm the one they carr the seventh son