Playing With Fire - revised

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