Here come that good ol' travelin' band once again, mmm, hmm. Back in the alley, lookin' like a long-lost friend, oh yeah. I know for certain there won't be no jive.
Well, thunder, lightning, strike me down. I do believe I see. A ghostly figure on the ground. Fallen to his knees. . And the wall gets higher, so you could not see.
He take the thunder from the mountain. He take the lightning from the sky. He bring the strong man to his begging knee. He make the young girl's mama cry.