Jerry was a peaceful man, but he sure did like his drugs,
like herion, cocaine, acid, and fluffy green nugs.
After 30 years of jammin, and tourin with the Dead,
there came a couple voices one day, talking in his head.
He ends up dead in rehab, as you all know the tale,
when the news came out, millions started to cry and wail.
This ain't the end of the story, oh no, it's merely just begun,
while people wallowed in sadness, ol' jerry was having fun.
Jerry was in the afterlife, jammin on his guitar,
when he heard an evil voice come out from afar.
well it was Satan alright, he wanted to make a bet,
If jerry won he'd be returned to live, if he lost he'd be in great debt.
He would give his soul to Satan, yeah he would be it's slave,
Jerry said "lets go devil!" it said "don't be so brave."
So at the stroke of midnight they started plucking strings,
doin finger slides, and using the whammy bar, and other complicated things.
So jerry kept playing, as hard and as fast as he could,
but the devil kept up with him, like he was no good.
So jerry and the devil kept playing for days on end,
the devil wouldn't flinch, jerry's fingers wouldn't bend.
Jerry wiped the sweat from his brow, and said "now it's do or die"
he got out his favorite pick and gave it one last try.
He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and gave it his all,
he glanced over at the devil, it started to bawl.
The faster jerry played, the faster it would groan in pain,
He kept going faster and faster until he drove the devil insane.
The devil threw it's scaly hands on it's head, and let out a shout,
then jerry said "hey devil, that's what jammin is all about!"
He turned up his amplifier, his fingers started to fly,
then jerry said "hey devil, now it's your time to die!"
The devil just sat and wimpered, it's eyes rolled into it's head,
then jerry kicked the devil and said "yep, that bastard's dead."
When jerry returned back to life, he started where he stopped,
just jammin, and smokin, and fryin until he'd think he'd pop.