One, two, three
♪
Do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started?
Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist?
Gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud
♪
Well, I met the devil at the crossroads
And I asked if we could make a deal
He seemed puzzled, so I told him the story
And he said, "None of that shit's real"
It's true, I met Robert Johnson
He showed me how the blues could work
But white men would rather give the devil praise
Than acknowledge a black man's worth
Oh, do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started?
Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist?
Gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud
♪
He said, I give you only freedom and ask you use it well
Love ain't just a feeling, it's a god dang magic spell
So we sat there in the darkness and played some songs together
But, ah, he wouldn't make no deal with me and that's why I'm not better
Oh, do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started?
Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist?
Gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud
Alright
♪
Do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started?
Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist?
Gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Me and the devil gonna holler blood harmonies out
Try and make the lovin' brothers proud
They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud