The Devil Went Down To Georgia

artist: Charlie Daniels 1979

"The Devil Went Down To Georgia"
by: charlie daniels
songwriters: Charlie Daniels, T Crain, "Taz" DiGregorio,
F Edwards, C Hayward, J W. Marshall

The devil went down to Georgia,
he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos 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 a pretty good fiddle,
boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul,
'cos 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, your gonna regret,
'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow
and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos 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.

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 demons joined in
and it sounded something like this.
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 its 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."

The devil bowed his head because
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 ever want to try again.
"cause I told you once, you son of a gun,
I'm the best there's ever been."

And he played fire on the mountain,
run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan,
now they're pickin' out dough.
"Granny, will your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."