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I was walking through the snow |
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When I saw a distant glow |
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Of a farmhouse nestled down beneath the trees |
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With a guitar on my back |
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I thought it sure can't hurt to ask |
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If I could stay the night |
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And sing a pretty song for free |
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I walked up to the house |
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And then I knocked hard on the door |
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That old dark piece of wood |
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She fell right in there on the floor |
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And as she did a fire burst out on all sides |
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I wondered what the hell was going on inside |
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Then the music that |
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I heard It was bizarre, it was absurd |
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Like no banjo fiddle bass |
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I'd ever seen |
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I stepped into a room of flames |
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Shook my head and looked again |
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It was the kind of company to make you scream |
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It was a devil's hootenanny |
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An old-time fire band |
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A drunken whiskey choir singing |
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Round me you understand |
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And then they said, "We've been searching near and far For a thing like you to sing and play guitar" |
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Well I opened up my case |
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And all the blood rushed to my face |
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I sang a fragile note, picked a minor tune |
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Well those devils yelled and clapped |
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And all their asses they did slap |
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Before too long we were arm and arm beneath the moon |
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Cuz that old house burnt on down |
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There were cinders on the ground |
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I snuggled up inside, closed my eyes |
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I was sleeping sound |
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And I dreamt of summer nights down by the sea |
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With a devil's banjo playing on my knee |
