Verse 1
Up in the misty Appalachian pines
where the nights burn cold and black,
folks still whisper ’bout a wanderin’ ghost
known as old Firehand Jack.
He was a miner with a lantern bright
who got lost beneath the stone—
now his hand glows like a wildfire spark
as he hunts his way back home.
Chorus
Spin around, stomp the ground,
Firehand Jack is burnin’ back!
Clap your hands, shake the land,
keep away from the glowing track!
If you feel the wind start humming
and the moon turns copper-red,
dance along to Jack’s wild reel
or he’ll chase you ’til you’re d**d!
(Yahoo—keep that fire movin’!)
Verse 2
Every year when summer’s ending
and the crickets lose their tune,
Jack comes racing down the ridgeline
like a storm beneath the moon.
Kids go running, elders laughing,
fiddles jump to double-speed—
for the only way to shake his ghost
is to dance with reckless greed!
Chorus
Spin around, stomp the ground,
Firehand Jack is burnin’ back!
Clap your hands, shake the land,
keep away from the glowing track!
If you feel the wind start humming
and the moon turns copper-red,
dance along to Jack’s wild reel
or he’ll chase you ’til you’re d**d!
Bridge
Some say Jack ain’t haunting—
he just wants a partner still,
someone bold enough to follow
where he roams the silent hill.
So if your boots start tapping
when his ember-hand appears,
join the reel and whirl like lightning,
let him guide you through your fears!
Final Chorus
Spin around, stomp the ground,
Firehand Jack is burnin’ back!
Clap your hands, shake the land,
keep away from the glowing track!
If you hear his fiery laughter
rolling through the mountain pass,
dance the reel ’til dawnlight rises—
Firehand Jack will let you pass!