| He was the seventh son of a seventh son
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| People claimed that he could cure anyone
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| He had the power there is no doubt
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| From his healing hands the light shone all about
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| No magic potion or mystic words
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| His eyes stared at you, no sound was heard
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| People came from north and south
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| To see this faith-healing man, see what he was all about
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| Cured the young and cured the old
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| Soon the whole nation knew his name
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| Is it too late
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| Now that I've come?
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| Is it too late?
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| You know why I've come
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| Outside his door where queues ten deep
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| Soon this faith-healing man could get no sleep
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| On the street they milled outside
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| Soon this man had to spend his days inside
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| He cured a woman who could not speak
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| And you know the blind child? |
| Now she can see
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| Never asked for payment or took anything from them
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| Faith-healing man was not the same
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| One day a man with a big cigar
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| Drove into town in a long, long silver car
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| He made a deal, said this boy would go far
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| Said he'd make this faith-healing country boy into a movie star
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| The seventh son of a seventh son
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| He moved away from this small town
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| To the city he soon came
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| He looked up in lights, saw his name
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| See all the people who knew him well
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| As though he was still here, the stories they all tell
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| About the time he made the lame boy walk
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| But now you have to pay just to hear him talk
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| One day he returned from the city of lights
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| You know something had happened there, his powers had died
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| But now he says he won't cure no more
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| Faith-healing man you have returned
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| Is it too late? |
| You know why I've come
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| Seventh son of a seventh son
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| To be cured that's why I come
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| Well half went up with those big city lights
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| Seventh son of a seventh son |