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. Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain 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. Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain A view from the top, stops you dead in your track, The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past. More from Black Stone Cherry