I saw Jimi Hendrix play when I was eight years old
at the Flushing Meadows Park
He played a white Strat with a rosewood neck
and the feedback cut through the dark
The guy in the row in front of me
lit a smoke and let me blow out the match
10,000 people yelling " Purple Haze"
I knew that I would never look back

So take me baby down to the well
this is what music is for
the devil music won't lead you to hell
taste the flesh of forgiveness once more
devil music

I remember the day when I heard Howlin' Wolf died
I was on my way to school
I wondered what the hell I was doing there
wasting my time trying to be an educated fool
The Mississippi River seemed so close then
I thought that I could jump right in
I knew I wouldn't mind dying
cause somewhere there I had a friend

So take me baby...

and to me it's nothing but a sweet melody
covering up the pain
tears rolling down the sidewalk
out in the pouring rain

So take me baby down to the well
we may not pass this way any more
the devil music won't lead you to hell
taste the flesh of forgiveness once more
devil music

COLIN LINDEN-SOCAN-1995
Colin Linden Publishing/Warner-Chappell Music Canada

Gary Craig: Drums, Percussion
John Dymond: Bass
Richard Bell: Organ, Horn Arrangement
Stephen Donald: Trombone
Perry White: Alto & Baritone Saxophones
Jody Golick: Tenor Saxophone
Chris Whiteley: Trumpet
Scott Dibble: Harmony Vocal
Rick Danko: Harmony Vocal
CL: Guitars, Vocals

Artist's Note

Every word of "Devil Music" is true. They used to call the blues "the Devil's Music," but some of the most righteous people I ever met were the blues singers I met when I was a kid. I use a capo on this one. Sam Chatmon used to tell me "I'm gonna whup you boy for playing with a capo."