Playing With Fire (revised) - Shannon Curfman

Down at the crossroads

They say he sold his soul

Hell-bent on being king of blues

Deal with the devil

But I swear theres an angel in there

Gotta give credit

Where credits 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 rockets red glare

They say the boy really caused a scene

He took a match and he lit that thing

He was playin with fire

Whos that creeping

Taking ahold of my hand?

Whos that moving

Through my veins?

Must be the spirit

Of those whove 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 Im free

And Im playin with fire