Its been ten long years since the
Devil laid his fiddle at Johnnys feet
And it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat
In the darkest pits of hell the devil hatched an evil plan
To tempt the fiddle player for hes just a mortal man
The sin of pride, the devil cried is what will do you in
I thought we had this settled, Im the best theres ever been.
Johnny did you ever know that time keeps marching on
The coldest hour is the one comes just before the dawn
The devils back in Georgia will you stand up to the test
Or will you let the devil be the best?
In truth I havent played much since the baby came in June
But give me half a minute an Ill get this fiddle back in tune
The devil grabbed the golden fiddle out of Johnnys hand and said
Though Im the fiddle player underground and I walk upon the land
Yall just better be just turnin back if you want this boy to win
Cos practice is the only cure for the predicament hes in
Now devil it would be a sin for you to get my bow
You go on back to hell and to the wood shed I will go
Johnny are you practising or will your hands grow cold?
The devil walks the land and plays a fiddle made of gold
Can you hear the babe a crying, will he ever know
The devil wants his daddys very soul?
Before we play I want to thank you
For letting Gods own Word ring true
He said you cant be trusted Yes but what you gonna do?
Well you get your fiddle devil if you think that you can win
Cos I beat you once you old dog and I can whip your butt again
John Browns green, the devil is red
Mamas little baby loves shortnin bread
The devils dream is that he can win
But Johnny is the best thats ever been