Master Of Sparks — текст песни (ZZ Top)

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.