Just like you said
 It’s all been done before
 I don’t have to talk pretty
 For them no more

I can talk what i want, how i wanna
 I can talk what i want, how i wanna
 I don’t have to talk taste for you, mama
 No, no

Ray, ray, ray
 Raise me up

It’s the voodoo, mississippi south
 69 million stars
 Birds are flying out of my mouth
 Spirits creeping in my yard

Hold my head, it’s tilting back
 Something dancing me around
 Putting crystals on my neck
 Lifting my feet off the ground

Ray, ray, ray
 Raise me up

Oh, see, what you’ve done
 Oh, me, just what i’m talking about
 Oh, see, what you’ve done
 Ohh, me, it’s what i’m talking bout

Pick me up in a pickup [bad word]  Roll down, you’ve got it going on
 Lemme talk on your cb, what?
 Lemme play with your new shotgun

Ray, ray, ray
 Raise me up