Lyrics:

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 willin' 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 ya 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'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My names Johnny, and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet - your gonna regret
'cause i'm the best that's ever been!"

Johnny rosin up your bow an' play your fiddle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia an' the devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiney 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 finger tips 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 somthing like this:

[music]

When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
"But set right in that chair right there
and let me show you how it's done!"

(chorus)

Fire On The Mountain,
Run Boys Run!
Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun,
The Chicken in the Bread Pan Peckin' Out Dough,
Granny Does Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!

The devil bowed his head, 'cause 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,
"I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been!
And he played

Fire On The Mountain, Run Boys Run!
Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun, The
Chicken in the Bread Pan Picken Out Dough,
Granny Will Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!