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 willin' to make a deal When he came across that young boy man playin' that fiddle hot And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what." "I bet 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, and you're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best that's ever been." Johnny you risin up your bow and play that fiddle hard 'Cause hells broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals with 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 resined up his bow And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an 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 Just sit down in that chair, right there, let me show you how it's done." "Fire on the Mountain" Run, boys, run The Devil's in the house of the risin' sun Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough "Granny, does your dog bite?" "No, child, no." The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again I 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 risin' sun Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough "Granny, will your dog bite?" "No, child, no."