Black Magic
Well he was a soldier
Armed with a guitar
And played harder
Then whoever you are
They call him black magic
His hands harder than steel
He took me on a trip fantastic
It’s hard to believe it was real
Black magic black magic
He started out looking for deliverance
But he settled down with the Experience
The music was alive in his hand
Now he rests in Electric Lady Land
At last peace is found for his troubled soul
But he’ll live forever in rock and roll
No one can lay down as good a lick
No one else will be King Electric
They call him black magic
His hands harder than steel
He took me on a trip fantastic
It’s hard to believe it was real
Black magic black magic
He had his herbs he had his juice
He enslaved the fire just to turn it loose
Reality to him was a point of view
The sky be green the traffic light blue
Like a super nova he outshone the stars
To him they were boys with guitars
And Jim he was an old man
He played better than anyone ever can
They call him black magic
His hands harder than steel
He took me on a trip fantastic
It’s hard to believe it was real
Black magic black magic
Well he was a soldier
Armed with a guitar
And played harder
Then whoever you are
You’ll find hundreds of great song lyrics in my book “Without The Music”. It has my best song lyrics from thirty years of writing.
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