jerry reed
the devil went down to georgia
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 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  I guess you didn't know it  But I'm a fiddle player too  And 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  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  Then 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, "well, you're pretty good, old son But 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 of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan pickin' 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 at Johnny's feet  Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back If you ever want to try again I done told you once you son of a bitch I'm the best that's ever been"  He played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No child, no