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 oh 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, ouch

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