As can be

Bluegrass to Rock -n- Roll, some Southern Gospel and a pinch of Hell it’s all Heaven to me and it’s Wicced as it can be,

Georgia to Kentucky, Kentucky to California, crawl, walk and run, birth to the grave I only need one thing to save me and it’s Wicced as can be.

There’s a tear in my beer to Kick start my heart, the devil went down to Georgia, and I walked this way,

Georgia to Kentucky, Kentucky to California, crawl, walk and run, birth to the grave I only need one thing to save me and it’s Wicced as can be.

Way down South, far up North, and all points between, April Wine to ZZ Top, Hank SR., to James Brown, the Queen of Soul to the King of Rock -n- Roll that train keeps on rolling,

Georgia to Kentucky, Kentucky to California, crawl, walk and run, birth to the grave I only need one thing to save me and it’s Wicced as can be.

By Sarah Schultheiss