Show Bar - Devil Went Down To Georgia

devil went down to Georgia

He was lookin' for a soul to steal

He was in a bind

'Cause he was way behind

And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came upon this young man

Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot

And the devil jumped

Up on a hickory stump

And said boy let me tell you what

I guess you didn't know it

but I'm a fiddle player too

And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with 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

And 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 get this shiny fiddle made of gold

But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case

And he said I'll start this show

And fire flew from his fingertips

As he rosined up his bow

Then he pulled the bow across the strings

And it made a (::sic::) evil hiss

And 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

Just sit right in that chair right there

And let me show you how it's done

He played Fire on the Mountain

Run boys, run

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

Chicken in a bread pan picken' 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 come on back

If you ever wanna try again

I done told you once you son of a bitch

I'm the best there's ever been

And he played Fire on the Mountain

Run boys, run

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough

Granny does your dog bite

No child, no