Lyric Playing with fire

Down at the crossroads

They say he sold his soul

Hell-bent on being King of Blues

Deal with the Devil

But I swear there s an angel in there

Gotta give credit

Where credit s due



Sittin in his rockin chair

He put the mojo in the air

Yeah, hear the black cat moanin



Twelve bars and a man possessed

Separated from all the rest

He was playing with fire

Six string -- his thing

No waking up from that dream

Took it -- turned it upside down

He rocked Woodstock

Jump start -- never could stop

Guitar gods all hit the ground



Heads up when he hit the stage

Sky high in a manic rage

Yeah, and the rocket s red glare

They say the boy really caused a scene

He took a match and he lit that thing

He was playin with fire



Who s that creeping

Taking ahold of my hand?

Who s that moving

Through my veins?

Must be the spirit

Of those who ve gone before

Got their fingers on my strings



Sittin in my rockin chair

I feel the mojo in the air

Yeah, I hear the black cat moanin

Let it roll all over me

let it take me til I m free

And I m playin with fire