It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

Whack for my daddy, oh Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da There's whiskey in the jar, oh Oh, oh, yeah As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol

Black ghost, black ghost Black ghost is all po' Lightnin' can see And the black ghost is a shadow too Please stay away from my door Will you please stay away from my door Yeah, you know you worry po' Lightnin' so now I just can't sleep no more Yeah, you

And don't you know each cloud contains I knew I'd get ya And every time it rains, it rains, pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) You'll find your fortune fallin' all over the town Be

And don't you know each cloud contains I knew I'd get ya And every time it rains, it rains, pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) You'll find your fortune fallin' all over the town Be

Gardening at night Though all the feelings that broke through that door Just didn't seem to be too real They said it couldn't be arranged I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change I see your money on the floor I felt the pocket change The

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Still you wonder Who's cheatin' who, who's being true Who don't even care anymore It makes you wonder Who's doing right with someone tonight And who's car is parked next door Everywhere you look you can write a book On the trouble of a woman and a man

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

Doomsday Jesus we need you now Kill your past and all you thought you knew Blacked out, hatred running through & through Horsemen rolls, tomorrow's fading fast Make damn sure, ain't nothings gonna last Souls that bleed have nowhere left to run Blind the