The first time

[Intro: Spoken]
The Devil lit up in Texas, rollin' through the heat,
Lookin' for a soul to smoke, and someone he could beat.
He found a kid in Austin, playin’ licks and blowin’ smoke,
With a golden pipe and calloused hands, .. .. ..and lungs that never choked.
[Verse 1 – Sung]
Jesse had a joint so thick, it sparkled like midnight cloudless skies,
He looked the Devil in the eye and said, 
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“You wanna try?”
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The Devil grinned and lit his flame, his fiddle by his side,
“I’ll play you for that soul of yours,” he said with smoky pride.
[Chorus: Sung, Toe-Tappin’]
Blaze it up, Hit it hard , light that flame,
The Devil’s high and playin’ games.
With a fiddle case and flood shot fireee eyes,
He’ll steal your soul B 'fore the smoke can rise!
So pick that tune and play it true—
Let me tell ya ,boy ,Devil’s got his eye on you!
Verse 2 – Sung]
The Devil played a wicked tune, as fire flew from his fingertips, 
thru the  smoke, he could feel the darkness grip ,
But thanks to  Jesse's stash 
He  could plucked it fast 
the devil could tell he had no move ,
When Jesse hit that ol southern groove 
(Southern fiddle instrumental)
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(Bridge – Spoken]
That Devil coughed then dropped his bow,
The kush     had     clouded   all    his      flow.
Jesse smiled, still plucking strong —
That Devil was lucky, Jesse hadn't brought his bong!! 
[Outro – Spoken]
Now the Devil’s headed East again, still  sore from his defeat,
His fiddle burns with Georgia heat, waiting for someone else to beat.
So if you hear a fiddle cry, or smell stinky stanky  pine,
It might just be ol' Jesse's fire, the one that FUCKED UP THE  devil
 that time 

Outlaw country with bluegrass fiddle, stoner humor, and spoken-word storytelling—like a fiery Southern folk tale.