Lyrics
Verse 1 (8 lines) Night fell heavy on the wild north range, Wind turned cold and the sky grew strange. Coyotes crying like an echoed pain, As the moon burned red through the drifting rain. Old man whispered by the fire’s low light, “Son, keep clear of the plains tonight. There’s a shadow rider with a cursed black mane— When the Devil rode the plains again.” Chorus When the Devil rode the plains, fire on the ground, Hooves like thunder shaking miles around. If you hear that howl in the midnight wind— Pray he don’t call your name again. Verse 2 (8 lines) Banjo ringing with a trembling roll, Fiddle cried sharp like a warning to the soul. I saddled up slow though my hands felt weak, Fear creeping in but I had to seek. Stories ain’t born from the timid kind, So I chased that shadow through the twisted pines. Saw sparks fly red where his tracks cut deep— A trail no living man should keep. Bridge Fire in his eyes, no mortal sight— A rider lost between wrong and right. Final Chorus When the Devil rode the plains, fire on the ground, Hooves like thunder shaking miles around. If you hear that howl in the midnight wind— Pray he don’t call your name again.
