The Devil Went Down to Georgia

The devil went down to Georgia,
He was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cuz he was way behind,
And he was willing to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle,
And playin' it hot,
The devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,
"Boy, let me tell you what.
Bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
And if you care to take a dare,
Well I'll make a bet with you.
See, you play a pretty mean fiddle boy,
But give the devil his due.
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul,
'Cuz 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 because I'm the best there's ever been."
Johnny rosin up your bow,
And play your fiddle hard.
'Cuz hell's broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals it hard.
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 this show."
Fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
He drew the bow across his strings
And made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined him
And it sounded something like this...
When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well you're pretty good ol' son.
Sit right there in that chair right there,
and let me show you how it's done."
And he played fire on the mountain,
Run boys, Run!
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 'cuz he knew that he'd been beat.
And layed that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
And Johnny said,
"devil just come on back if you ever wanna try again.
I told you once, you son of a cake
I'm the best there's ever been."
And he played fire on the mountain,
Run Boys, Run!
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!"