The Devil Went Down To Georgia

The Devil went down to Georgia

He was looking for a soul to steal

He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind

So he was willing to make a deal

When he come across this young man

Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot

And the Devil jumps up on a hickory stump

And boy let me tell you what

I guess you didn't know it

But I'm a fiddle player too

And if you'd care to take a dare

I'll make a bet wit you

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy

But give the Devil his due

I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul

'Cause I think I'm better than you

The Boy Said, my name's Johnny and it might be a sin

But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret

'Cause I'm the best there's ever been

Johnny, rosin up your bow

And play your fiddle hard

'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia

And the Devil deals the cards

And if you win you'll get

This shiny fiddle made of gold

But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!

The Devil opened up his case and said

I'll start this show

Fire flew from his fingertips

As he rosined up his bow

And he pulled the bow across

The strings and it made an evil hiss

Then a band of demons joined in and it

Sounded something like this

When the Devil finished, Johnny said

Well you're pretty good old son

But sit down in that chair right there

And let me show you how it's done

(Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!

The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough

Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no!)

The Devil bowed his head because

He knew that he'd been beat

And he laid that golden fiddle

On the ground at Johnny's feet

Johnny Said

Devil, just c'mon back

If you ever wanna try again

I don't told you once, you son of a bitch

I'm the best that's ever been!

He play'd

(Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!

Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no!)