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Devil Went Down To Georgia

 

Devil Went Down To Georgia

(album: Countrified - 2006)


The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking 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 boy
I'm a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare
Well I'll make a bet with you
Now you play 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 just might be a sin
But I'll take this bet, you're gonna regret,
I'm the best that's ever been

Johnny rosin up your bow
And play your fiddle hard
Hell broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals his 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
When he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined it
And it sounded something like this
Here we go

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 picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child no

Well, 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, come on back
If you ever want to try again
I done told you once you son of a gun,
I'm the best that's ever been"

Fire on the mountain
Run, boys, run
The 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

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