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 willing to make a deal

When he came across this young man

Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot

And 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'd care to take a dare

I'll make a bet with you

Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy

But give the devil his due

I 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

Johhny you resin 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 openned 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 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 its done

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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

Johnny said: Devil, just come on back

If you ever want to try again

But I told you once, you son of a bitch

I'm the best that's ever been

He played...

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