Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
Now he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
Now if you'd care to take a dare I'll 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 '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."
Johnny, 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,
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 he pulled the 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, "Now, you're pretty good ol' son,
But just sit down 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 with the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
And Devil bowed his head because 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 wanna try it again,
I done told you once you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."
And he played
"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no
Devil Went Down to Georgia Video (MV)
Performed By: Natalie Stovall
Length: 3:34
Written by: Charles Fred Hayward, Charlie Daniels, Fred Edwards, James W. Marshall, John Crain, William J. Digregorio
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Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
Now he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
Now if you'd care to take a dare I'll 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 '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."
Johnny, 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,
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 he pulled the 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, "Now, you're pretty good ol' son,
But just sit down 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 with the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
And Devil bowed his head because 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 wanna try it again,
I done told you once you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."
And he played
"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal
Now he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
Now if you'd care to take a dare I'll 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 '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."
Johnny, 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,
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 he pulled the 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, "Now, you're pretty good ol' son,
But just sit down 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 with the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
And Devil bowed his head because 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 wanna try it again,
I done told you once you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."
And he played
"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no
Writer: Charles Fred Hayward, Charlie Daniels, Fred Edwards, James W. Marshall, John Crain, William J. Digregorio
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.