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