The Devil Went Down To Georgia (feat. Dave Martone)

The Devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind the way behind and willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man pickin' a guitar and playin' it hot
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 guitar player, too
And if you'd care to take this dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you a pretty damn good strummer, boy, but give the Devil his due
I'll bet a guitar of gold against your soul that says I'm better than you

But the boy said, My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet; you're gonna regret, I'm the best there's ever been

The Devil opened up his case and he said, I'll start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips as he tuned his axe down low
And he pulled that pick across the strings and it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons all joined in and it sounded just like this

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, Well, you're pretty good, old son
Well sit your old ass in that chair right there, let me show you how the fuck it's done

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that gold guitar down on the ground at Johnny's feet
But 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 that's ever been