The Devil Went Down to Georgia

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 willin' to make a deal
 When he came across this young man
 Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
 And the Devil jumped upon 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'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 am the best that's ever has 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 get this shiny fiddle made of gold
 But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
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 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
 And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made a evil hiss
 And a band of demons joined in, and it sounded somethin' like this
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 When the Devil finished
 Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' 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
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 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 wanna try again
 I done told you once, you son of a bitch
 I'm the best that's ever been" he played
 "Fire on the Mountain", run, boys, run
 The Devil's in the house of the risin' sun
 The chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
 Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no