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 upon this young man
Sawin on a fiddle and playin it hot
And the devil jumped
Up on a hickory stump
And said boy let me tell you what
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
Ill bet a fiddle of gold
Against your soul
Cause I think Im better than you
The boy said my names Johnny
And it might be a sin
But Ill take your bet
And youre gonna regret
Cause Im the best theres ever been
The devil opened up his case
And he said Ill start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made a evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
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| When the devil finished
Johnny said well youre pretty good old son
Just sit right in that chair right there
And let me show you how its done
He played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devils in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that hed been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground and Johnnys feet
Johnny said, Devil just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
Im the best theres ever been
And he played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devils in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no
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