Shannon Curfman - Playing With Fire Lyrics
Down at the crossroadsThey say he sold his soulHell-bent on being king of bluesDeal with the devilBut I swear theres an angel in thereGotta give creditWhere credits dueSittin in his rockin chairHe put the mojo in the airYeah, hear the black cat moaninTwelve bars and a man possessedSeparated from all the restHe was playing with fireSix string -- his thingNo waking up from that dreamTook it -- turned it upside downHe rocked woodstockJump start -- never could stopGuitar gods all hit the groundHeads up when he hit the stageSky high in a manic rageYeah, and the rockets red glareThey say the boy really caused a sceneHe took a match and he lit that thingHe was playin with fireWhos that creepingTaking ahold of my hand?Whos that movingThrough my veins?Must be the spiritOf those whove gone beforeGot their fingers on my stringsSittin in my rockin chairI feel the mojo in the airYeah, I hear the black cat moaninLet it roll all over meLet it take me til Im freeAnd Im playin with fire
