High class Slim came floatin' in
down from the county line.
Just gettin' right on Saturday night,
ridin' with some friends of mine.
They invited me just to come and see
just what was on their minds at the Master of Sparks on high.
and then I took my first long look
In the back of Jimmy's Mack
welded into shape by Slim,
stood a round steel cage
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
made out of sucker gauge.
strapped in there safe and sound.
if that thing ever hit the ground. I thought, mySlim was so pleased when I had eased
into his trap of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
and I though I'd breathed my last breath.
and the crowd was just about right.
The speed was too, so out I flew like a stick of rollin' dynamite.
When I hit the ground you could hear the sound
End over end I began to spin
and see the sparks a country mile.
but the ball started runnin' wild.
But it was too late as I met my fate
and the ball started gettin' hot.
But through the sparks and the flame I knew that the claim
of the Master of Sparks was gone. - Billy Gibbons.
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