Devil's Dancehall

In a bar just outside of Laredo,

Where the shadows take root in the floor,

The neon lights flicker like candles,

Summonin' spirits through the backdoor.

Behind the jukebox, there's whispers,

Old ghosts tellin' tales from beyond,

And the fiddle's been tuned to the fire,

Playin' melodies twisted and wrong.

Well, it's a devil's dancehall tonight,

Under the red moon's eerie glow,

Where them sinners and saints take to flight,

And the whiskey's got a hell of a show.

Bartender's got horns under his hat,

Servin' shots with a mischievous grin,

And the patrons are lost in the rhythm,

As the night lets the darkness begin.

The floorboards creek with the souls,

Who've danced here a thousand years gone,

In this honkeytonk hellfire hall,

The line between right and wrong's drawn.

Well, it's a devil's dancehall tonight,

Under the red moon's eerie glow,

Where them sinners and saints take to flight,

And the whiskey's got a hell of a show.