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

And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle an playin' it hot

And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said

Boy, let me tell ya 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 their'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 her 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, 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's in the bread pan picking out dough

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

I play it, boy

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 ever been

Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run

The Devil's in the house of the rising sun

The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough

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

I play it, boy