The Devil Went Down to Georgia (feat. Charlie Daniels & Taylor Davis)

The devil went down to Georgia

He was lookin' 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 and playin' it hot

And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump

And said, "Boy, let me tell you what"

"I guess you didn't know it

I'm a fiddle player too

And if you care to take a dare

I'll just make a bet with you

Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy

But let's give the devil his due

I bet this fiddle of gold against your soul

'Cause I think I'm better than you"

And the boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin

But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret

'Cause I'm the best there'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 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 somethin' like this

When the devil finished Johnny said

"Well, you're pretty good, old 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 in the bread pan pickin' out dough

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

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

And Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again

I done told you once, you son of a gun

I'm the best there's ever been"

And he played, "Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run

The devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough

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