The Devil's Broom

The Devil’s Broom © 2018
Shannon Slaughter – Elite Circuit Music BMI
Mark Brinkman – Mark Brinkman Songs BMI

V1
Workin in the mountains logging timber ain’t no fun
Hot, dry and brittle in the western summer sun
Don’t know how it started but I’ve seen this all before
Son, get you a pick and shovel; we’re heading off to war

V2
An angry wall of flames rolling down the mountainside
When Satan comes a calling there ain’t no safe place to hide
Many ran like children hopping each train out of town
But a ragged few stayed to stare that old red devil down

Chorus
See them laying on the ground, men and trees all burning down
He don’t care at all who lives or dies, he just digs the tomb
For all of those that get swept up by the mighty devil’s broom

V3
Buffalo soldiers were called into the fight
Backfiring up the ridge deep into the night
In soaring heat that summer fiery ashes fell like snow
Looking through the gates of hell from Wallace, Idaho

Chorus

V4
Many lives including mine were changed in 1910
For days we both battled; the monster versus men
All hope looked lost thought our fighting was in vain
Til God doused the devil when he sent down the rain

Chorus