Shaman Blues

I can hear your lamentations You been bad to the whiskey again She called me on the wind Gimme the medicine for my pain She sees the dreams of the dying She sees the nightmares of those who live My sweet shaman has got the blues She said you gotta dig, dig, dig Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa She got a black pearl in her pussy And it'll be there 'til the day she dies Then I'll stick it in her mouth, honey And spit on her fakin' eyes I'm comin' to you my shaman To stoke your fire today So get cookin' that soup under a full moon And we'll drive those blues away Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I've been here As long as the stars in the black sky...