Backstage with the Devil

By John Flynn

Backstage with the devil that he beat so long ago
Wondering if there were still hard feelings
It never gets no easier for a man to save his soul
But it had been a while since they had dealings
The devil said you really dodged a bullet there, Old Son
I thought you were just another dreamer
There ain't many now days who could do what you have done
Besides as I get older I got meaner

The old manís eyes grew narrow
As he stroked his beard of gray
Then he picked up his guitar
And he began to play

The devil said the price of following the heartís too steep
His laughter sounded just like rolling thunder
As he said dreams of mortal men are purchased on the cheap
Their birthrights sold for promises of comfort
The devil said I tried so hard to buy that soul from you
When I came bearing money, fame and pleasure
Somehow you picked my pockets and still found ways to be true
To the songs and freedom that you treasure

The old manís eyes were bluer
Than the tunes he loved to hum
As he looked down at his guitar
And he began to strum

On top of that the devil said you made it tough for me
To strike up deals with those in desperation
Your maddening three chord parables of human dignity
Spoiled several of my negotiations
In the end not one single soul gets out of here alive
The devil hissed as they parted the curtains
The old man laughed because he could not remember a time
When of a lie heíd ever been more certain

The old man looked like someone
Who was less than half his age
When he strapped on his guitar
And strode out on the stage


© 2015 Flying Stone Music




-top of page-