] [Written by: Tom Paxton-1963 Performed by: Jimmy Gilmer & the Fireballs[1]-1968 Appears on: Bottle of Wine

] [Written by: Keith McCormack & Faye Voss Performed by: Jimmy Gilmer & the Fireballs[1]-1964 Appears on: 45

Fireball, I'm atomic all day now Talking bout game, got bars like a playground Hey now, I hope you

her by by by it's the fireball mail Let her go look at her steam hear her blow whistle and scream Like

her by by by the fireball mail Let her go look at her steam hear her blow whistle and scream Like

Fireball demon Burned my dreams right out of space Flew after an angel I arrived back here with you

Who's the queen of the locker room Who's the cream of the crop Well, Joey took her to that matinee Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!" Holy muscle of

We'll lock up the doors and be silent Tell all of the children be still A lifetime of pain upon us Never control a man's will. Sundown Raise a fist

The Prophet of Pain gave warning The punishment due Take heed of the early warning In time it was seen as true Four winds calling to Zamora Four

Abbadon Coming on Locust screams The end is not what it seems Fallen one Destruction's son Buried alive No time to run and hide Still waiting