The Devil Went Down To Georgia

Lyrics
The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' 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 sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot hot 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'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul cause I think I'm better than you." The boy said, "My name's Hilly, and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret cause I'm the best there's ever been." Hilly, 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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