Primitive Man
Well, it happened after midnight
Fire burnin hot
The clan had all assembled
Fanned the flames of God
The witch doctor had spoken
The children hid in fear
The chief and all his warriors
They sacrificed the deer
Well, you sing with me baby
The bravado for your soul
Top of the crooked honour
You know Iým in control
See its dog eat dog
With the violence in the air
Letýs keep it simple baby
You know damn well I care
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Well, Iým a modern man from hell
With a duty on my mind
Takin care of family
You know the job is mine
King of my castle
Donýt you dare tread on me
Cause if you cross that sacred line
Iýll blow you all away
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
You should have seen me comin
Was now all-free to go
Boys knew winter was comin
Buffalo drive movin with the wind
White man he had no spirit
Civilization, the curse of man
Civilization, the curse of man
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Iým a primitive man
Doin the best I can
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Ah, Ya, Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Ya Ya, Oh, Whoa
Oh Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Ah, Ya, Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Oh, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Fire burnin hot
The clan had all assembled
Fanned the flames of God
The witch doctor had spoken
The children hid in fear
The chief and all his warriors
They sacrificed the deer
Well, you sing with me baby
The bravado for your soul
Top of the crooked honour
You know Iým in control
See its dog eat dog
With the violence in the air
Letýs keep it simple baby
You know damn well I care
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Well, Iým a modern man from hell
With a duty on my mind
Takin care of family
You know the job is mine
King of my castle
Donýt you dare tread on me
Cause if you cross that sacred line
Iýll blow you all away
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
You should have seen me comin
Was now all-free to go
Boys knew winter was comin
Buffalo drive movin with the wind
White man he had no spirit
Civilization, the curse of man
Civilization, the curse of man
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Iým a primitive man
Doin what I can
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Iým a primitive man
Doin the best I can
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Ah, Ya, Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Ya Ya, Oh, Whoa
Oh Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Ah, Ya, Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Oh, Whoa
Oh, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Ted Nugent, Michael Lutz, Derek St. Holmes
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