| People wonder 'bout the one-ree-o-ree |
| They ask about the ee-ree-ann |
| What does it mean, nickory-john |
| So I’ll explain it the best I can |
| Down in the Mississippi Delta swamp |
| Where a stranger don’t dare to go |
| Well, there’s a wild-eyed man that’s the head of a clan |
| And there ain’t nothing that he don’t know |
| He’s got his mojo workin' |
| And so he knows what’s a-happenin' next |
| With the one-ree-o-ree-ee-ree-ann |
| Well it’s a queery-quan Delta hex |
| And ev’rybody’s talkin' 'bout the seventh son |
| Well, in the whole round world there is only one |
| And he’s the one |
| He’s the one |
| Well, he’s the one, he’s the one |
| The one they call the seventh son |
| Well, he can tell your future, it will come to pass |
| And do things for you, make your heart feel glad |
| Look in the sky, predict the rain |
| And tell when a woman’s got another man |
| Well, he’s the one |
| Yeah, he’s the one |
| Well, he’s the one, he’s the one |
| The one they call the seventh son |
| Well, he can talk these words that will sound so sweet |
| Even make your little heart skip a beat |
| Heal the sick, uh-huh, and raise the dead |
| And even make the little girls talk out of their head |
| Well, he’s the one |
| Yeah, he’s the one |
| Well, he’s the one, he’s the one |
| The one they call the seventh son |