The devil went down to Georgia He was looking 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 across this young man Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said, "Boy let me tell ya whatâ âI 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 youâ âNow you play 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 names Johnny, and it might be a sin "But I'll take your bet Your gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best that'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'll get This shiney 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 finger tips As he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this When the devil finished Johnny said "Well, you're pretty good ol' son But set right in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done" Fire on the mountain, run boys run Devil's in the house of the rising sun The chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough Granny does your dog bite, no child, no The devil bowed his head 'Cause 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 gun I'm the best there's ever beenâ And he played Fire on the mountain, run boys run Devil's in the house of the rising sun The chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough Granny does your dog bite, no child, no © MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com