The Devil Went Down To Georgia

(álbum: Tailgate Party - 1999)

And now 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 willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said, "Boy, let me tell you what."

"You probably didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too
And if you'd 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'll bet this 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'ma take that bet; you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been"

Johnny, you 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
If you lose the Devil gets your soul

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 something like this

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "You know you're pretty good, old son
You just flop down in that chair right there I'ma show you how it's done."

"Fire on the Mountain". Run, boys, run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

Well, that old Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
He went over and laid that golden fiddle down on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, come on back, if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."
He played

"Fire on the Mountain". Run, boys, run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no