The Devil went down to Georgia

He was lookin′ for a soul to steal

He was in a bind 'cause he was way behindHe was willing to make a deal

When he came upon 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′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 that 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

And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss

And 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 it′s done"

"Fire on the Mountain" run, boys, run!

The Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chicken's in the bread pan 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 there′s ever been"

He played

"Fire on the Mountain" run, boys, run!

The Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chicken′s in the bread pan picking out dough

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