Medicine Man

He's making deals with the devil He sits by his right hand He maybe promising heaven But he ain't that kind of man He's always talking by good times But never in a future tense If you decide to take his hand Don't expect him to be your friend He's comin' and goin' The promised land Don't ask him to help you 'Cause he can't The Medicine Man If you turn left at the cross roads If you're headed for a dead end street Don't be lookin' for stop signs Cause that's something you won't meet Don't be misleas by the roses That grow by the side of the road 'Cause if you go back again barefoot There's thorns deep in your soles