(Verse 1) Limestone ridge cutting through the Hill Country blue Old stagecoach tracks where the ghosts pass through Dollar bills pinned to a low wooden ceiling Cold Lone Star and a strange kind of feeling (Chorus) Oh, the Devil’s Backbone is calling my name! A little bit of whiskey, a whole lot of pain Down at the tavern where the neon lights glow Singing out to the shadows on the floor worn low The Robison brothers and Robert Earl starting to wail The tunes so good they’ll keep you outta Hell! (Verse 2) Shuffleboard clicking and the jukebox spins slow Told the bartender 'bout a ghost from a show Out past the county line, away from the law We're dancing on the edge of what the good Lord saw (Bridge) (Grit-filled, Janis-style vocal wail) Yeah, shake the rafters! Let the limestone crack!No turnin' round on this goat-trail track! (Guitar Solo) (Weeping, bending telecaster bleeding into a wailing blues-rock outro) (Outro) Cold beer and cold wind on the ridge...Just another ghost under the bridge...Yeah... down at the Backbone.
