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
    So he was willing to make a deal
    When he come across this young man
    Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
    And the Devil jumps 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 wit' you
    Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
    But give the Devil his due
    I'll 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 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!

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    The Devil opened up his case and said
    I'll start this show
    Fire flew from his fingertips
    As he rosined up his bow
    And he pulled the bow across
    The strings and it made an 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!
    The Devil's in the house of 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 c'mon back
    If you ever wanna try again
    I don't told you once, you son of a bitch
    I'm the best that's ever been!
    He play'd
    (Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!
    Devil's in the house of the rising Sun
    Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough
    Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no!)

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    Composición: Charlie Daniels, Charles Fred Hayward, James Wainwright Marshall, John Thomas Crain, Fred Laroy Edwards y William Joel DiGregorio

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