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 the way behind

And willing to make a deal

When he came across this young man

Pickin' a guitar and playin' it hot

The Devil jumped up on a hickory stump

And said, "Boy, let me tell you what"

Well I guess you didn't know it

But I'm a guitar player, too

And if you'd care to take this dare

I'll make a bet with you

Now you're a pretty damn good strummer

Boy, but give the Devil his due

I'll bet a guitar of gold against your soul

Who says I'm better than you

But the boy said

My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin

But I'll take your bet

You're gonna regret, I'm the best there's ever been

The Devil opened up his case

And he said, "I'll start this show"

And fire flew from his fingertips

As he tuned his axe down low

And he pulled that pick

Across the strings and it made an evil hiss

Then a band of demons all joined in

And it sounded just like this

When the Devil finished, Johnny said

Well you're pretty good, old son

Well sit your old ass in that chair right

There, let me show you how the fuck it's done

The Devil bowed his head

Because he knew that he'd been beat

And he laid that gold guitar down

On the ground at Johnny's feet

And 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