The Devil Went Down to Georgia

The 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 across 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'd 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, 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

And he pulled the bow across the strings

And it made a 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, ol' 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 a bread pan pickin' 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 that's ever been"

He played "Fire on the Mountain" run boys, run

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

The chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough

Granny, will your dog bite? No child, no