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INTERPRÉTATION
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Violon
Jim Dant
Interprète
Marty Stuart
Chant
Dana Mcvicker
Chœurs
Harry Stinson
Chœurs
John Cowan
Chœurs
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Basse électrique
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
The American Music Shop Band
Orchestre
Mike Lawler
Orgue
Jerry Douglas
Pedal steel guitar
Sam Bacco
Percussion
Gary Smith
Piano
Johnny Cash
Chant
Travis Tritt
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mark O'Connor
Paroles/Composition
Buddy Spicher
Paroles
Charlie Daniels
Paroles/Composition
Charlie Hayward
Paroles/Composition
E.K. Story
Paroles/Composition
F. Edwards
Paroles
J. Marshall
Paroles
Joel "Taz" DiGregorio
Paroles
M. Kott
Paroles
Marty Stuart
Paroles/Composition
Tom Crain
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mark O'Connor
Production
Clark Hook
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Ken Hutton
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Linell
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Hollis Flatt
Ingénierie de montage
Jonita Aadland
Ingénierie de montage
Pam Lee
Ingénierie de montage
Bob Sullivan
Ingénierie
Chris Hammond
Ingénierie
Claude Ermelin
Ingénierie
Dave Sinko
Ingénierie
George Massenburg
Ingénierie
Kurt Storey
Ingénierie
Peter Kelsey
Ingénierie
Rob Feaster
Ingénierie de mixage
Sundance
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Craig Miller
Production déléguée
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Gregg Brown
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Paroles
It's been ten long years since the
Devil laid his fiddle at Johnny's feet
And it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat
In the darkest pits of hell the devil hatched an evil plan
To tempt the fiddle player for he's just a mortal man
"The sin of pride," the devil cried is what will do you in
"I thought we had this settled, I'm the best there's ever been."
Johnny did you ever know that time keeps marching on
The coldest hour is the one comes just before the dawn
The devil's back in Georgia will you stand up to the test
Or will you let the devil be the best?
"In truth I haven't played much since the baby came in June
But give me half a minute an' I'll get this fiddle back in tune"
The devil grabbed the golden fiddle out of Johnny's hand and said
"Though I'm the fiddle player underground and I walk upon the land"
"Y'all just better be just turnin' back if you want this boy to win
'Cos practice is the only cure for the predicament he's in"
"Now devil it would be a sin for you to get my bow
You go on back to hell and to the wood shed I will go"
Johnny are you practising or will your hands grow cold?
The devil walks the land and plays a fiddle made of gold
Can you hear the babe a crying, will he ever know
The devil wants his daddy's very soul?
"Before we play I want to thank you
For letting God's own Word ring true
He said you can't be trusted" "Yes but what you gonna do?"
"Well you get your fiddle devil if you think that you can win
'Cos I beat you once you old dog and I can whip your butt again"
John Brown's green, the devil is red
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread
The devil's dream is that he can win
But Johnny is the best that's ever been
Writer(s): Fred Edwards, James W. Marshall, Michael James Kott, John Crain, Buddy Spicher, William J. Digregorio, Mark O'connor, Charlie Daniels, Edgar Kurt Storey, Charles Fred Hayward, Marty Stuart
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