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The Devil Went Down To Georgia
- Charlie Daniels Band -

Million Miles Reflections (1979)

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 play 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 your bet
And you're gonna regret
Cause I'm the best that's ever been"

Johnny you 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 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 come on back
If you ever want to try again
Cause I told you once you son of a gun
I'm the best that's ever been"
He played

 

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