
Washburn Wager
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- southern rock
- good artist
- male vocalist
- acoustic chicago blues
Lyrics
Intro
Oh Lord
Hmm
Verse 1
Crossroads cut through red clay
Me and my Washburn held him at bay
Iron strings snapped like a whip
Tightened my grip
Pre-Chorus
Black smoke rising up high
I saw the fire in his eye
Took his soul by surprise
Chorus
He couldn't match my rhythm
No he couldn't match my rhythm
Hammer on the hollow wood
I did what no one else could
Won the wager with a slide
Nothing left for him to hide
Verse 2
Sulfur smelling like a scorched tire
He couldn't quench the cold desire
Wicked hand shaking on the frets
Paid his debts
Pre-Chorus
Black smoke rising up high
I saw the fire in his eye
Took his soul by surprise
Chorus
He couldn't match my rhythm
No he couldn't match my rhythm
Hammer on the hollow wood
I did what no one else could
Won the wager with a slide
Nothing left for him to hide
Bridge
Told me he owned the wind
Told me he owned the rain
Told me he owned the pain
But he lost to a common man
Chorus
He couldn't match my rhythm
No he couldn't match my rhythm
Hammer on the hollow wood
I did what no one else could
Won the wager with a slide
Nothing left for him to hide
Post-Chorus
Washburn sang out
Lord it sang out
Beaten at the bend
Winning at the end
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