That old black magic has me in it's spell
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That old black magic that you weave so well
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Those icy fingers up and down my spine
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That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
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That same old tingle that I feel inside
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and then that elevator starts it's ride
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And round and round I go, up and down I go
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like a leaf that's caught in the tide
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[Ray's dialog continues...]
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I think my mother was right.
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Later on, later on Dave and I took our own records into the front room
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and played early guitar heroes like Chet Atkins, Chuck Berry,
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Duane Eddy and James Burton, Charlie Christian and Leadbelly.
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But to me the greatest of all these guitar players was a blues man from
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Chicago called Big Bill Broonzy. We played all of these records,
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constantly, on that radiogram.
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When Dave and I had our first rehearsals with our school skiffle group,
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all those rehearsals took place in that same front room.
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That Old Black Magic
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Ray Davies |