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. He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin on a fiddle and playin it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said 'Boy, let me tell you what.'
'I guess you didnt know it, but Im a fiddle player, too.
And if youd care to take a dare Ill make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
Ill bet a fiddle of gold against your soul cause I think Im better than you.'
The boy said, 'My names Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But Ill take your bet; and youre gonna regret cause Im the best theres ever been.'
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
Cause Hells broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals it hard.
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, 'Ill 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 an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, Johnny said, 'Well, youre pretty good ol son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how its done.'
'Fire on the Mountain.' Run, boys, run!
The Devils in the house of the rising sun;
Chickens in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that hed been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnnys feet.
Johnny said, 'Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
I done told you once—you son of a *****—Im the best thats ever been.'
And he played:
'Fire on the Mountain.' Run, boys, run!
The Devils in the house of the rising sun;
The chickens in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no.