Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
It is a fine bit of feeling that you just can't have
If you never have felt it you never felt alive
It is a juke-joint chain down an older road
A pump giving in, passing along
Take a trip up magic mountain
Sing whoa
Let the feeling free your soul
Take a drink, straight from the fountain
Sing whoa
A view from the top, stops you dead in your track
The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past
It is a wild kind of walkway up on back in the woods
Rolling in the grass ain't never felt so good
I have proof from the forgotten wicked witch in the west
I got my name but I passed the test
Take a trip up magic mountain
Sing whoa
Let the feeling free your soul
Take a drink, straight from the fountain
Sing whoa
A view from the top, stops you dead in your track
The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past