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 across 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 didnt know it, but Im a fiddle player, too
And if youd care to take a dare, Ill make a bet with you
Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due
Ill bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
Cause I think Im better than you
The boy said, My names Johnny, and it might be a sin
But Ill take your bet, youre gonna regret
Cause I am the best thats ever has been
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Cause Hells 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, Ill 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 a evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in, and it sounded somethin like this
When the Devil finished
Johnny said, Well, youre pretty good ol son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how its done
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
The Devils in the house of the risin sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that hed been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnnys feet
Johnny said, Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once, you son of a bitch
Im the best thats ever been he played
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
The Devils in the house of the risin sun
The chicken in the bread pan pickin out dough
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no