Текст Black Oak Arkansas – Fireball

Got the world at the tip of my fingers
Women in the palm of my hand
If life gets much better
Better watch out for this man

I keep the flame burnin’ the world keeps turnin’
My thoughts are back home
For the brass bed I recall on the farm
And a woman that keeps it warm
‘Cause the one that has my name
Will ride a righteous flame
And I’ll guarantee you all
We’ll have us a fireball

Fireball, ritual for lovers
Fireball, we can touch each other

I got brass handles
At the head of my bed
For my woman to grip
Hold on and dig
‘Cause she is a scrapper
A real fire snatcher
And I’ll guarantee you all
She’s a genuine fireball

Fireball, she’s a real lover
Fireball, we can touch each other