Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michelle Lambert
Michelle Lambert
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Daniels
Charlie Daniels
Songwriter
Charlie Hayward
Charlie Hayward
Songwriter
Fred Edwards
Fred Edwards
Songwriter
Tom Crain
Tom Crain
Songwriter
James Wainwright Marshall
James Wainwright Marshall
Songwriter
Taz DiGregorio
Taz DiGregorio
Songwriter

Lyrics

The Devil went down to Georgia He was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind, he was way behind He was willing to make a deal When he came across this young girl Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot The Devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said girl let me tell you 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 girl But give the Devil his due I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul Cause I think I'm better than you My name's Michelle but it might be a sin But I'll take your bet and your gonna regret Cause I'm the best that's ever been Rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard Cause hells broke loose in Georgia And the devil deals in cards If you win you'll 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 Fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow He pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss A band of demons joined on in and sounded something like this When the Devil finished all she said Was you're pretty good old son But sit down in that chair right there Let me show you how it's done Fire on the mountain run boys run Devil's in the house with the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking 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 her feet The girl 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 Fire on the mountain run boys run Devil's in the house with the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite no child no
Writer(s): William J. Digregorio, Charlie Daniels, John Crain, James W. Marshall, Charles Fred Hayward, Fred Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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