Devil Went Down To Georgia (Live)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 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 bet 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 a 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, you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best that's ever been" [Chorus 1] Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hells 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 [Verse 2] 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 his strings and it made an evil hiss Then a band of rednecks joined in and it sounded something like this When the devil finished, Johnny said "Well you're pretty good ol' son But sit your ass 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 yee-haw [Chorus 2] The devil bowed his head 'cause he knew that he'd been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said "Devil just come on back if you think you've got it in ya 'Cause I'll make you squeal just like a pig from West by god Virginia" [Outro] 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, will your dog bite? No, child, no yee-haw