The Devil Went Down to Georgia Lyrics

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man playin' that fiddle and playin' it 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 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 risin up your bow and play your fiddle hard, 'Cos hells broke loose in
Georgia and the devil deals with 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 resined 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. Just sit
Down in that chair, right there, 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 pin, 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. I told you once
You son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been"
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no"