A simmering groove
A highly flammable beat
A smoldering dance
To rejoice with your feet
They played and they fiddled
It was an honor; a treat
They sang and you felt it
That band had some heat!
They had made a deal with the devil
And now wouldn’t you know
The devil was present, and in the first row!
They played and they played
Until their fingers bled
The sweat on their brow
Had them seeing red
But they played for the audience
They sang to the crowd
Then they looked at the devil
And they said proud and loud
“We can play fine without you
We don’t need you around”
The devil grew angry
And he opened the ground
Then pointed to hell
And said “that’s where you’re bound”
But the band kept on playing
And did not show fear
The devil was beaten
And at once, disappeared