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.