For bygone years on the old frontier, a legend still is toldOf a miracle man in a painted van and a tonic that he soldHe'd beat the drum and the folks would come and listen to his dealWith bottle in hand the medicine man would go into his spielIt's a recipe that was given to me by an Indian friend of mineAn ancient brew that's known by few and almost lost in timeIt's got herbs and roots and sprigs and shoots, this mixture I prepareForever maladie from A to Z, my friends, I do declareSo come on folks, just step up close, cause you may not realizeWonders in this bottle that I hold before your eyesJust comprehend it's a special blend of nature's finest oilsIn one fell swoop it'll cure the croup, bunions, bites and boilsSo take a little swig and dance a jig and throw away those canesYou'll start to heal when you start to feel my tonic in your veinsI cure groans and aching bones, guarantee I canCause I am the medicine manSo take a dose for a runny nose, for the gout or the whooping coughIt's also neat for aching feet, it'll make those coins fall offIt's a proven fact that your hair grows backYou'll feel like in your prime, with no rheumatismYou'll get ideas you ain't had in a long, long timeNow eager to greet, they crowded the street when his wagon came to townWhat a streak of luck for just a buck, they could drink that potion downNow all the people, the old and the feeble could dance to the one man's bandThe fountain of youth was theirs in truth, direct from the medicine manSo take a little swig and dance a jig and throw away those canesYou'll start to heal when you start to feel my tonic in your veinsI cure groans and aching bones, guarantee I canCause I am the medicine manCause I am the medicine man*