the swamp had drowned in a heavy fog, moon was out of sight
the tattoo covered witch doctor, said, step into the light,
standing in the doorway , a strange plant in his hand
he had his home made remedies , I felt he could understand

he said son I’ve read your lyrics, you’re a lost and lonely soul
I’ll roll you one prescription, then we’ll hear some rock and roll,

inside his little cabin, two chairs for him and I.
He listened to my lyrics , then asked the reason why,
your searching for a remedy , while lying to yourself
so I’ll prescribe another one, let’s see if that will help.

He said son I been to nashville , I know what your going through
that prescription I just gave you, is big enough for two.

the swamp had drowned in heavy fog, moon was out of sight,
the tattoo covered witch doctor , said , it was time to say goodnight
stumbling to the doorway, a strange plant in my hand
he had his home made remedies, now I can hardly stand,