When the calm is setting in We'll watch it swiftly disappear Too many years of silence Soon he's bound to reappear On the eve of their doom They are baptized In the unholy waters of Bodom With no hint of the torture awaiting To greet them at the break of

Hear the children cryin' But I know they cry not in vain Now the times are changin' Love has come to bloom again Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops Reminds us of youthful days But now it's not rain that water the cane crops But the sweat

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Why am I loved only when I'm gone? Gone back in time to bless the child Think of me long enough to make a memory Come bless the child one more time Where have all the feelings gone? I was born amidst the purple waterfalls I was weak, yet not unblessed

God's a-gonna trouble the water. Wade in the water God's a-gonna trouble the water Wade in the water, children Well, who are these children all dressed in red? Must-a-be the children that Moses lead Well out of the mountain come fire an' smoke Jehovah

You'll be a hard luck woman Baby, 'till you find your man I keep telling you hard luck woman You ain't a hard luck woman Rags, the sailor's only daughter A child of the water Too proud to be a queen Rags, I really love ya I can't forget about ya

Forcing her own blood down Beneath the waters to drown Lying dead with eyes wide open Believing Satan was inside Ordering to abide To destroy her cursed children A common woman Lives by the bible Wed-locked a prison

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's