Devil's Dance

Well, down in the holler where the pine trees grow,

There's a place folks whisper about, don'tcha know,

A red-tailed figure dancin' in the moonlit sky,

Boots made of fire, and an evil eye.

Devil's got his fiddle, bow strung tight,

Strings ablaze, sparkin' up the night,

Every stroke he plays sends shivers down your spine,

He ain't playin' fair, and he's always on time.

The Devil’s dancin’, raisin' hell on the floor,

With a fiery tune, you've never heard before,

Feet stompin’ hard, fiddle screamin’ loud,

Try to keep up—if you're braver than the crowd.

Come midnight hour, when the wind won't rest,

He challenges the bravest to a devilish test,

Play your strongest, give it all you got,

But watch your soul, or his flames run hot.

Old man Jenkins he's a quiet, wise soul,

Challenged the devil though it took a toll,

With a rosary tight, heart filled with prayer,

He played with his might, met the devil’s stare.

The Devil’s dancin’, raisin' hell on the floor,

With a fiery tune, you've never heard before,

Feet stompin’ hard, fiddle screamin’ loud,

Try to keep up—if you're braver than the crowd.