Preacher man asked me why I'm wicced, a wise gal on the mountain asked me why I was wicced, this is what I said.
I cain't be Lightning, I cain't be Howlin', but I sure got the
magic in my hands.
40 gals loved me, 40 guys cursed me, the Goddess said, Sarah,
you sure are a bad girl, you sure are as wiced as they come, but
I sure got the magic in my hands.
Pretty babe, come, I ain't aimin to hhurt ya, I just wanna rock ya.
I ain't no Muddy,I'm not from Mississippi, but I sure got the
magic in my hands.
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