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Shannon Curfman - Playing With Fire lyrics
Down at the crossroads They say he sold his soul Hell-bent on being king of blues Deal with the devil But i swear there's an angel in there Gotta give credit Where credit's due Sittin' in his rockin' chair He put the mojo in the air Yeah, hear the black cat moanin' Twelve bars and a man possessed Separated from all the rest He was playing with fire Six string -- his thing No waking up from that dream Took it -- turned it upside down He rocked woodstock Jump start -- never could stop Guitar gods all hit the ground Heads up when he hit the stage Sky high in a manic rage Yeah, and the rocket's red glare They say the boy really caused a scene He took a match and he lit that thing He was playin' with fire Who's that creeping Taking ahold of my hand? Who's that moving Through my veins? Must be the spirit Of those who've gone before Got their fingers on my strings Sittin' in my rockin' chair I feel the mojo in the air Yeah, i hear the black cat moanin' Let it roll all over me Let it take me 'til i'm free And i'm playin' with fire |
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