The Devil Went Down To Georgia Lyrics & Chords By Josh Zuckerman

The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind and he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal

Well, he came across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
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
Well, 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
I think I'm better than you

The boy said, "My name's Johnny
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 this 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 he said, "I'll start this show"
As the fire flew from his finger tips
As he rosined up his bow

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

So when the devil finished, Johnny said
"You're, pretty good old son
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 at 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
As 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
Well, I told you once, you son of a bitch
I'm the best that's ever been"

Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run
The devil's in the house at the rising sun
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no, child, no