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" the devil went down to georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal
he was in a bind 'cause he was way behind an' he was willin' to make a
deal.
he saw this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot an' he said
boy let me tell ya what.
you play pretty good fiddle son, but give the devil his due, I'll bet a
fiddle of gold against you soul 'cause i think i'm better then you.
the boy said my names johnny and it may be a sin, but i'll take your bet
an' your gonna regret 'cause i'm the best there's ever been.
Johnny rosin up your bow an' play your fiddle hard
'cause hell's broke loose in georgia an' the devil deals the cards.
now if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
but if you loose the devil gets your soul!
the devil said son i'll start this show
and fire flew from his finger tips as he rosigned up his bow.
as he drew the bow acress the strings it made an evil hiss
and a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing like this
Johnny said well your pretty good ol' son, but sit right in this chair
right there an' let me show you how it's done!
(chorus)
he played fire on the mountain run boy's run!
devil's in the house of the risen sun!
chicken in the bread pan picken out dough!
granny does your dog bite, no child, no!
well the devil knew that he'd been beat, and 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,
i done told you once you son of a bitch i'm the best there's ever been!
(chorus again)
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