Medicine Man - Blue Moon Marquee

Hey, you, Medicine Man set me free and change my ways Hey, you, give me a harbor Give me a harbor what do you say Hey, you, Medicine Man give me what I'm hurting for Hey, you, give me a harbor I can't live like this no more Oh, oh, what do you say Oh, oh, what do you say Oh, oh, what do you say Set me free and change my ways (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, o-o-o) (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, o-o-o) Hey, you, Medicine Man you know what the broken need Hey, you, I'll give you a dollar to take this pain away from me Oh, what do you say Oh, oh, what do you say Oh, oh, what do you say Set me free and change my ways Oh, oh, what do you say Oh, oh, what do you say Oh, oh, what do you say Set me free and change my ways Won't you change my ways Hey, you, Medicine Man (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, o-o-o) Hey, you, Medicine Man (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, o-o-o) Oh, oh, what do you say (oh) Oh, oh, what do you say (oh) Oh, oh, what do you say (oh) Set me free and change my ways (change my ways) Oh, oh, what do you say (what do you say) Oh, oh, what do you say (change my ways) Oh, oh, what do you say Set me free and change my ways Hey, you, Medicine Man set me free and change my ways

Hush up, honey, don't you cry Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, work through the spring Yeah plant my corn and taters and then it wouldn't rain And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Now I got down on my knees Lord I thought I'd pray Along come a great big flood Washed everything away And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, Lord, work through this fall All I got for Christmas was a pair of overalls And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well I got down on my knees Looked up to the sky All I can think of is to ask the good Lord why And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well hush up, honey, Lord don't get down You know that I love you every way around And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world

Na arritmia de um coração Escondido sob o blusão Toda pauta perde a razão A humanidade pode compreender Cada alma sabe perceber Existimos em conexão Somos como irmãos A vida é minutagem grata Ninguém tem tempo a perder No compromisso de sobreviver É preciso reconectar-se com o que vai fazer valer Ondas, ciclos Todas as cargas e os momentos bons Tudo que acontece no tempo, espaço e intenção Raio de ação ou não Se interfluenciarão