Lyrics:

Well the Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' 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 Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said, 'Boy, let me tell you what' 'You probably didn't even know it But I'm a fiddle player too And if you care to take a dare I'll just make a bet with 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 I think I'm better than you' The boy said, 'My name's Johnny And it might be a sin But I'm 'onna take your bet, you're gonna regret I'm the best there'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 then he pulled his bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said, 'You know you're pretty good old son But you just flop down in that chair right there I'm 'onna show you how this stuff's done' Fire on the mountain, run boys, run The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken inthe bread pan pickin' at dough Granny does your dog bite? No child, no Well that ol' Devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle Down on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, 'Devil, come on back If you ever wanna try again I done told you once you son of a gun I'm the best there's ever been' He played, 'Fire on the Mountain', run boys, run The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in the bread pan pickin' at dough Granny does your dog bite? No child, no