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The devil went down to Georgia |
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He was lookin' for a soul to steal |
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He was in a bind |
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'Cause he was way behind |
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And he was willin' to make a deal |
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When he came across this young man |
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Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot |
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And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump |
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And said boy let me tell you what |
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I guess 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 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 |
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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 |
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And you're gonna regret |
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'Cause I'm the best there'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 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 |
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And he said 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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Then he pulled the bow across the strings |
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And it made ansicevil hiss |
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And a band of demons joined in |
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And it sounded something like this |
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When the devil finished |
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Johnny said well you're pretty good old son |
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But just sit down in that chair right there |
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And let me show you how it's done |
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He played Fire on the Mountain |
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Run boys, run |
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The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun |
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Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough |
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Granny does your dog bite |
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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 you son of a bitch |
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I'm the best there's ever been |
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And he played Fire on the Mountain |
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Run boys, run |
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The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun |
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Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough |
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Granny does your dog bite |
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No child, no |