Ray Wylie Hubbard, The Cadillac Three - Fast Left Hand lyrics
[Ray Wylie Hubbard, The Cadillac Three - Fast Left Hand lyrics]
My grandma told my mama
"This boy gonna be the one
Gonna have a fast left hand
same as the Seventh Son"
And then she lit a candle and set
It on a rabbit's skull
She touched a nine volt battery to
A wad of steel wool
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
I was raised with the Pentecostal
Believing the world was true
When I was thirteen I got
A Flat Top Kalamazoo ghosts started howling
Lightening lit up the dark
Smelled like singed hair when it
Ignited Joan of Ark
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
It's a dimes worth of blues and
A left hand with speed
This woman, yellow jacket's clothes
Feathers and flower seeds
There's a storm a-coming
I don't need a lightening rod
And I won't be pushed around
Bound to mediocre gods
I always bless my food
Even if it's shredded wheat
I don't always see the light
But I sure enough feel the heat
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, oh, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
Oh, there's a fire, oh, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
Ooh
"This boy gonna be the one
Gonna have a fast left hand
same as the Seventh Son"
And then she lit a candle and set
It on a rabbit's skull
She touched a nine volt battery to
A wad of steel wool
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
I was raised with the Pentecostal
Believing the world was true
When I was thirteen I got
A Flat Top Kalamazoo ghosts started howling
Lightening lit up the dark
Smelled like singed hair when it
Ignited Joan of Ark
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
It's a dimes worth of blues and
A left hand with speed
This woman, yellow jacket's clothes
Feathers and flower seeds
There's a storm a-coming
I don't need a lightening rod
And I won't be pushed around
Bound to mediocre gods
I always bless my food
Even if it's shredded wheat
I don't always see the light
But I sure enough feel the heat
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
There's a fire, oh, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
Oh, there's a fire, oh, there's a fire
There's a fire burning all the time
Ooh