Devil Went Down To Georgia

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    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

    Well he come across a 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 bet you didn't know it, I'm a fiddle player too
    And if you care to make a dare
    I'll make a bet with you

    Now you may play a pretty good fiddle, boy give the Devil his due
    I'll bet a fiddle of gold to get your soul
    Cause I think I'm better than you"

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    The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin
    But I'll take your bet 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'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold
    But if you lose the Devil gets your soul

    The Devil opened up his case, and said, "I'll start this show"
    And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow
    When he pulled that bow across the strings, it made an evil hiss
    And a band of demons joined in, it sounded somethin like this

    When he finally finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old son
    But just 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 with the rising sun,
    Chicken 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
    And Johnny said, "Devil, come on back if you ever want to try again
    But I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been!"

    He played Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
    The Devil's in the house with the rising sun
    Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
    Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no"

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