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The devil went down to Georgia |
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He was looking for a soul to steal |
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And he was in a bind |
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'Cause he was way behind |
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And was willin' to make a deal |
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When he came upon a boy playing on a fiddle |
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and playin' it hot |
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And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, |
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"Boy let me tell you what: |
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I bet you didn't know it |
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but I'm a fiddle player too, |
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And if you care to take a dare |
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I'll make a bet with you |
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Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy |
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But give the devil his due |
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I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul |
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'Cause I think I'm better than you." |
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The boy said, "My name's Johnny |
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And it might be a sin |
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But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret |
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'Cause I'm the best that's ever been." |
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Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard |
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'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia |
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And the devil deals the cards |
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And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold |
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But if you lose the devil gets your soul. |
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The devil opened up his case and he said, |
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"I'll start this show." |
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And fire flew from his fingertips |
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As he rosined up his bow |
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And he pulled the bow across the strings |
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And it made an evil hiss |
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Then a band of demons joined in |
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And it sounded something like this |
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When the devil finished Johnny said, |
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"Well you're pretty good ol' son! |
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But sit down in that chair right there |
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And let me show you how it's done!" |
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Fire on the mountain, run boys run |
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Devil's in the house of the rising sun |
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Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough |
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Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no |
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The devil bowed his head |
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Because he knew that he'd been beat, |
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And he laid that golden fiddle |
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On the ground at Johnny's feet |
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Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back |
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if you ever wanna try again. |
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I done told you once, |
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You son-of-a-bitch, |
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I'm the best that's ever been!" |
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He played: |
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Fire on the mountain, run boys run |
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Devil's in the house of the rising sun |
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Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough |
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Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no..... |
