“THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO TEXAS” - Ash Maverick

(Verse 1) Well, the Devil went down to Texas Lookin’ for a soul to steal He was sweatin’ hard, way behind And desperate for a deal He heard a fiddle cut through a dive bar Shakin’ bottles off the wall Old wood floor, cheap beer smell Sound hit harder than a barroom brawl The Devil jumped up on a busted chair Said, “Boy, let me tell you what I play a mean fiddle down in hell And I ain’t lost a single shot I’ll trade you gold for that Texas soul If you think you’re bad enough” The fiddler grinned, took a long pull Said, “You picked the wrong damn rough” (Verse 2) He said, “Name’s Hank, and yeah, it’s a sin But I’ll take that bet tonight I learned this sound on concrete floors In bars that end in fights You might play hot, you might play fast But you don’t know Texas heat So rosin up and say your prayer ‘Cause you’re already beat” (Chorus) Hank, rosin up your bow and play that fiddle hard ‘Cause hell broke loose in Texas and the Devil dealt the cards If you win, you get that shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose, son, Texas keeps its soul (Verse 3 Devil plays) The Devil opened up his case Fire flyin’ from his hands Pulled that bow across the strings Summoned up his demon band It hissed and screamed and burned real loud Shook the bottles, shook the beams Demons stompin’, tables rattlin’ Straight outta hell’s bad dreams (violin solo) (Verse 4 response) When the Devil finished, Hank just laughed Said, “That all you got?” Then he cut loose with a Texas run So hot the air just popped Fire on the Brazos, run boys run Devil’s sweatin’ in the Texas sun Boot heels pound and the fiddle screams Crowd went wild, busted all his schemes (BAR ROOM FIGHT BREAK spoken / shouted) That’s when a demon bumped a cowboy wrong… And somebody swung. (Fight Section fast, chaotic) Chairs went flyin’, bottles broke Fists hit hard through whiskey smoke Demons down, horns bent back Texas boys don’t cut no slack Pool cue cracked, barstool smashed Devil caught one right in the ass Bouncer yelled, “Y’ALL GET OUT” And the whole damn place went wild (Chorus chant-style) GET OUTTA TEXAS HIT THE ROAD TAKE YOUR DEMONS BACK DOWN BELOW GET OUTTA TEXAS DON’T COME BACK WE DON’T PLAY WITH HELL LIKE THAT (Verse 5) Well the Devil crawled toward the door Hat knocked off, pride gone bad Demons limpin’, tails on fire Worst damn night he ever had He left that fiddle on the floor Didn’t even say goodbye Hank picked it up, tuned it once Said, “Boys, drinks are on this guy” (Final Play-Out) Fire on the Brazos, run boys run Devil got whipped in the Texas sun Granny laughed, bartender yelled “Don’t bring that bullshit back from hell” Fire on the Brazos, crowd still loud Texas threw the Devil straight out If he ever comes back, he’ll learn again Texas don’t lose — And Texas don’t bend Outro (spoken, laughing) Devil went south… Texas stayed Texas.