High class Slim came floatin' in
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Down from the county line.
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Just gettin' right on Saturday night,
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Ridin' With Some Friends Of Mine.
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They invited me just to come and see
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Just what was on their minds
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And then I took my first long look
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At the Master of Sparks on high.
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In the back of Jimmy's Mack
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Stood a round steel cage
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Welded into shape by Slim,
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Made out of sucker gauge.
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How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
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Strapped in there safe and sound.
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I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks will fly
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If that thing ever hit the ground.
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Slim was so pleased when I had eased
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Into his trap of death.
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He had slammed the door but I said no more
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And I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
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We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
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And the crowd was just about right.
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The speed was too, so out I flew
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Like a stick of rollin' dynamite.
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When I hit the ground you could hear the sound
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And see the sparks a country mile.
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End over end I began to spin
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But the ball started runnin' wild.
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But it was too late as I met my fate
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And the ball started gettin' hot.
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But through the sparks and the flame I knew that the claim
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Of the Master of Sparks was gone.
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Master Of Sparks
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| Zz Top |
