Georgia

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 willing to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot

And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump, said, "Boy, let me tell you what

You probably didn't even know it, but I'm a fiddle player too

And if you 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, 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 there's ever been"

Johnny risen 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'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"

When fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow

And he pulled the bow across the strings, and it made an evil hiss

Then a band of demons joined in, and it sounded something like this

But when the Devil finished, Johnny said, "You know you're pretty good old son

But you just flap down in that chair right there, I'm gonna show you how it's done"

Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run

The Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chicken in the bread-pan, picking out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

Well, that old Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat'

And he laid that golden fiddle down on the ground at Johnny's feet

Johnny said, "Devil, come on back if you ever want to try again

I done told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been"

He played, fire on the mountain, run, boys, run

Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chicken in the bread-pan a picking out dough

Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no