The Devil Went Down To Georgia Songtext / Lyric

The devil went down to Georgia

He was looking for a soul to steal

And he was in a bind 'cos he was way behind

And was willing to make a deal

When he came upon a boy playing on a fiddle

And playing it hot

And the devil jumped up on 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 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

'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, you're gonna regret

'Cos I'm the best that's ever been"

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard

'Cos 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

"Well, I guess I'll start this show"

And 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 just 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 it's done"

Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run

Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough

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

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 that's ever been"

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

Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough

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