He was the seventh son of a seventh son

People claimed that he could cure anyone



He had the power there is no doubt

From his healing hands the light shone all about

No magic potion or mystic words,

His eyes stared at you, no sound was heard



People came from north and south

To see this faith healing man, see what he was all about

Cured the young and cured the old

Soon the whole nation knew his name



Seventh son of a seventh son

Is it to late

Now that I've come?

Seventh son of a seventh son

Is it to late?

You know why I've come



Outside his door where queues ten deep,

Soon this faith healing man could get no sleep.

On the street they milled outside

Soon this man had to spend his days inside



He cured a woman who could not speak

And you know the blind child? Now he can see

Never asked for payment or took anything from them

Faith healing man was not the same



One day a man with a big cigar

Drove into town in a long, long silver car.

He made a deal, said thin boy would go far,

Said he'd make this faith healing country boy into a movie star.



The seventh son of a seventh son

He moved away from this small town

To the city he soon came

He looked up in lights, saw his name.



See all the people who knew him well,

As though he was still here, the stories they all tell

About the time he made the lame boy walk

But know you have to pay hear him talk



One day he returned from the city of lights

You know something had happened there, his powers had died

But know he says he won't cure no more

Faith healin' man you have returned



Seventh son of a seventh son -a