[Intro: Spoken]
The Devil lit up in Texas, rollin' through the heat,
Lookin' for a soul to smoke, and someone he could beat.
He found a kid in Austin, playin’ licks and blowin’ smoke,
With a golden pipe and calloused hands, .. .. ..and lungs that never choked.
[Verse 1 – Sung]
Jesse had a joint so thick, it sparkled like midnight cloudless skies,
He looked the Devil in the eye and said,
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“You wanna try?”
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The Devil grinned and lit his flame, his fiddle by his side,
“I’ll play you for that soul of yours,” he said with smoky pride.
[Chorus: Sung, Toe-Tappin’]
Blaze it up, Hit it hard , light that flame,
The Devil’s high and playin’ games.
With a fiddle case and blood shit eyes,
He’ll steal your soul B 'fore the smoke can rise!
So pick that tune and play it true—
Let me tell ya , boy ,
Devil’s got his eye on you!
Verse 2 – Sung]
The Devil played a wicked tune, as fire flew from his fingertips,
thru the smoke, he could feel the darkness grip ,
But thanks to Jesse's stash
He could pluck it fast
the devil could tell he had no move ,
When Jesse hit that ol southern groove
(Southern fiddle instrumental)
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(Bridge – Spoken]
That Devil coughed then dropped his bow,
The kush had clouded all his flow.
Jesse smiled, still plucking strong —
That Devil was lucky, he hadn't brought his fuckin bong!!
[Outro – Spoken]
Now the Devil’s making his way east , still sore from his defeat,
His fiddle bow smelting in the Georgia heat ,
, whole he waits for someone else to beat.
So if you hear a fiddle cry,
or smell stinky stanky pine,
It might just be ol' Jesse's fire,
Creeping up ,
having a good ol time
ARCAINE
