Raymond McLain sent me these words. I think they were written by his dad, but I'm not sure.

Did you ever wonder about the riddle,
What kind of spirit lives in the fiddle?
Is that old Satan, right there a-waitin'
Or is it tuned with the angel band?

Back up and push. Back up and push.
Back off from sin. Let glory in.
You can't go wrong singing this song.
Back up and push away.

If you let the devil play on your senses,
Prepare to suffer the consequences.
The fullest measure of worldly pleasure
Can only send you to the roaring fire.

Back up and push. Back up and push.
Back off from sin. Let glory in.
You can't go wrong singing this song.
Back up and push away.