Heathen Mother - Hurricane #1

​Standing on the corner

I’m proud I whistle free

Change is in my pocket, feel good times

​Laughing with amusement

As the sun is on my back

I hear that train that’s coming down the tracks

​I'm waiting for the woman

That knows just what to do

And cure me of an aching, ruptured back

Shes the one that rode the mule

And back from San Antonio

And placed the dying man upon the rack

​She asked if I was he who needed all the help

I just nodded and politely turned away

No need to be embarrassed

Said the woman from the train

I know lots of men who’d run and turn away

​Now you need my help and I will give it

Yes you need my help and I will show it

​She laid me on a bed

And she chanted all the names

Of the gods she knew from way back long ago

I put my head down easy

And sniggered to myself

And asked her if she knew the one called God

​I don’t recognize the name

But I guess it’s worth a try

There’s nothing that these gods cannot do

​Some call me Heathen Mother

Some call me Nicky Jane

Some even call me devil that is pure

​And I always get the job done

With my heathen hands, I heal

Always get the job done

With my healing hands, I feel

​I stumbled from the bed

And felt my back at ease

And counted all the pennies that I had

She said I don’t want your pennies

It’s your soul that I just need

And give it to the man that’s on the rack

​Always get the job done

With my heathen hands, I heal

'cos I always get the job done

With my healing hands, I feel

​Now you need my help and I will give it

​Now you need my help and I will show it