The devil went down to Georgia 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 upon 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
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 and you're gonna regret
'cause I'm the best there's ever been
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
Then he pulled the bow across the strings and it made a evil hiss
And 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
Just sit right in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done
He played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' 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 and Johnny's feet
Johnny said, Devil just 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
And he played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough
Granny does your dog bite no child, no
As Sung By....
The Charlie Daniels Band
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