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Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
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But in the whole round world there is only one, and
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I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
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I'm the one, I'm the one,
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass
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And I can do things for you that make your heart feel glad
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Look at the skies and predict the rain
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I can tell when a woman's got another man
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I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
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I'm the one, I'm the one,
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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Now I can hold you close and I can squeeze you tight
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And I can make you cry for me both day and night
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And I can heal the sick and even raise the dead
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And make you little girls talk out of your head
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I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
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I'm the one, I'm the one,
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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Now I can talk these words that sound so sweet
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I can make your little heart even skip a beat
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I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms
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And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones
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I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
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I'm the one, I'm the one,
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son
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But in the whole round world there is only one, and
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I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
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I'm the one, I'm the one,
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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I'm the one they call the seventh son
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Seventh Son
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| Willie Dixon |
