Devil Went Down To Georgia Lyrics

Devil Went Down To Georgia lyrics

The devil went down to Georgia 

 He was lookin' for a soul to steal 

 He was in a bind 

 'Cause he was way behind 

 And he was willin' to make a deal 

 

 When he came upon this young man 

 Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot 

 And the devil jumped 

 Up on 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 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'll bet a fiddle of gold 

 Against your soul 

 'Cause 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 

 And you're gonna regret 

 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been 

 

 Johnny rosin 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 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 

 

 Then he pulled the bow across the strings 

 And it made a [sic] evil hiss 

 And a band of demons joined in 

 And it sounded something like this 

 

 [Instrumental] 

 

 When the devil finished 

 Johnny said well you're pretty good old son 

 Just sit right in that chair right there 

 And let me show you how it's done 

 

 He played Fire on the Mountain 

 Run boys, run 

 The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun 

 Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough 

 Granny does your dog bite 

 No child, no 

 

 [Instrumental] 

 

 The devil bowed his head 

 Because he 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 wanna try again 

 I done told you once you son of a bitch 

 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 Rising Sun 

 Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough 

 Granny does your dog bite 

 No child, no 

 

 [Instrumental to end]