Yodel well, and your pickings swell
 And you play so hard for the folks in [bad word]  And they can't see nothing
 ...Nothin' at all

 Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground
 "You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around"
 They don't hear nothing
 ...Nothing at all

 The colder the night, the hotter the lights
 Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights
 They hear nothing
 ...Nothing at all

 But the air on stage is burning our lungs
 And we're all going deaf from the beating [bad word]  And you can't see a thing for all the blood
 And sweat in our eyes

 Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead,
 But the man says "You gotta get up there again
 And you [bad word] down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"

 [4 beat harmonica solo]

 But the air on stage is burning our lungs
 And we're all going deaf from the beating [bad word]  And you can't see a thing for all the blood
 And sweat in our eyes

 Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead,
 But the man says "You gotta get up there again
 And you [bad word] down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"

 And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat
 [bad word] on empty and the bands lost all hope
 'Cause they hear nothing
 ...Nothing at all

 [bad word] to [bad word]  ladies and gent's
 You sinned and fell, no time to repent
 And you can't hear nothing
 ...Nothing at all

 No you can't hear nothing
 Nothing ... at ... alllll.....