Master of Sparks

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 And then I took my first long look At the Master of Sparks on high In the back of Jimmy's Mack Stood a round steel cage Welded into shape by Slim Made out of sucker gauge How fine, they cried, now with you inside Strapped in there safe and sound I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks will fly If that thing ever hit the ground Slim was so pleased when I had eased Into his trap of death He had slammed the door but I said no more And I thought I'd breathed my last breath We was out in the sticks down Highway Six 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 And see the sparks a country mile End over end I began to spin 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