The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking 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 a young man sawin' a fiddle and playin' it hot
The devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, "Boy, 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 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
You're gonna regret
Cause I'm the best that'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'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 the
show"
The 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
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something 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 risin' sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite?
No, child, no
The devil bowed his head 'cause he knew that he'd been beat
And 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 done told you once
You son-of-a-bitch
I'm the best that's ever been"
Fire on the mountain run boys run
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite?
No, child, no
Written by Tom Crain, Charlie Daniels, Joel DiGregorio, Fred Edwards, Charles Hayward, James Marshall.
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