Magic Potion

If I saw you back in Georgia magic potion in my hand knowing I could not afford you this magic remedy could be my plan I'd take you up a hillside with an oak tree sit back and watch the sun go down put my magic potion in a long thin bag throw it on my back and roll to town pray to God somebody hears me out got a magic potion in my hand I've got a master plan I'm talking 'bout a deep south southern-fried back-woods rhythm you can understand got a magic potion in my hand and I'm gonna spread it out across the land It's something I gotta do There's too much greed on this whole planet everybody taking and nobody's giving and they don't ask no more they demand it as if they need more just to keep living. I suppose I could give just a little my magic potion don't run out it might make you shiver it might taste like a bitter pill but if you like it at all it just might make you shout:  "Hallelujah!" (repeat chorus) If you'd like me to explain this magic potion in my hand I'll tell you what, listen up sweet thing let me repeat the refrain throw your eyes up at the sun, lay you back and bite your tongue as I present the rest of it, the best of it is yet to come.

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Spinning Around

No idea where this is going I'm just behind the wheel guess I like the way it feels Trying to keep the wind from blowing with all my windows down rolling smoothly into town I've been trying so hard to settle down but my wheels beneath me are spinning around oh yeah, my wheels beneath me are spinning around They say these tracks go on forever an endless steady line from place to place in time and it don't matter now or never what happens on the side you're just along for the ride I've been trying so hard to settle down but my wheels beneath me are spinning around oh yeah, my wheels beneath me are spinning around