Singing to the Devil - Emmerson Lee & Harrison Black

We built our castles in the clouds, And we're not coming down, And we're not coming down Sailing on airships in the wind, Not thinking about when it will end Cause we're gonna live forever, like peter pan Second star to the right, on to neverland We're gonna live forever, while we can Second star to the right, trust me, Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand We've been fighting for three long years To make it out alive, together again This situation don't make much sense But it's what we've got... so we'll make the best of it Cause we're gonna live forever, like Peter pan Second star to the right, on to neverland We're gonna live forever, while we can Second star to the right, trust me, Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand And if I have you, I don't even need fairy dust or dreams Cause you're the wilderness I run to And if you feel the same, then I will be patiently waiting Cause time is obsolete. Cause we're gonna live forever, like Peter pan Second star to the right, on to neverland We're gonna live forever, while we can Second star to the right, trust me, Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand

The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind He was willing to make a deal When he came upon this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what!" "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you" The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin But I'll take that bet, and you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been" Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose, the devil gets your soul The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son But sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done" "Fire on the Mountain" run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once You son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been" He played "Fire on the Mountain" run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no

I still remember the piano Playing the same old melodies The late-night crowd Was wild and loud But then a shot Outside the bar-room. And then I saw you for the first time The way you stepped out of the dark Up to the bar Said: Here we are Whiskey for me, For you Tequila The devil send you to Lorado Because he knew that I was there A man with such a face In such a lonesome place Can only be a desperado The devil send you to Lorado Because he knew that I was there And when I heard you'd stay I felt right away Youd shake my life Like a tornado I still remember the piano Playing a different melody You won at cards You won at darts Left all the men without a dollar And now you gotta leave Lorado They want you out of here by noon Oh, I can tell Im in a spell So here we go to Amarillo.