The Devil Went Down to Georgia
    Charlie Daniels Band


    The devil went down to Georgia
    He was looking for a soul to steal
    He was in a bind cause he was way behind
    And he was willing to make a deal
    When he came across this young man
    Sawing 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 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 played pretty good fiddle, boy
    But give the devil his due
    I 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 you bet, your gonna regret
    Cause I'm the best that'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 finger tips
    As he rosined up his bow
    And he pulled the bow across the strings
    And it made a evil hiss
    Then a band of demons joined in
    And it sounded something like this

    When the devil finished Johnny said
    Well you're, pretty good old 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
    Devils in the house at the rising sun
    chicken 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 want to 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
    Devils in the house at the rising sun
    chicken in the bread pan picking out dough
    Granny will your dog bite no-Child-no