Toy Dolls The Devil Went Down To Georgia (Scunthorpe) Lyrics

The devil went down to georgia, looking for a soul to steal
In a bind an' way behind he was willin' to make a deal.
He came across this young man bowen' on a fiddle, playing it hot an'
An' the devil jumped on a hickory stump an' said 'I'll tell ya what'
I guess you didn't know it, I'm a fiddle player too,
and if you care to take a dare I make a bet with you.
Now you play a real good fiddle boy, but give the devil his due,
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against you soul 'cause i think i'm better then you.

The boy said my name's Johnny, it might be a sin, i'll take your bet
You're gonna regret, I'm the best I've ever been.

Johnny rosen up your bow an' play your fiddle hard
'cause hell's broke loose in georgia an' the devil deals the cards.
Now if you win you'll get this shinny fiddle made of gold,
but if you loose the devil gets your soul!

The devil opened up his case and said 'i'll start this gig'
and fire flew from his finger tips as he rosened up his bow. He slaped the bow across the strings it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing like this

When the devil finished Johnny said 'You're pretty good ol' son,
but sit down in that chair right there let me show you how it's done!'

Fire on the mountain run boy's run!
Devil's in the house of the risen sun!
Chicken in the bread pan picken 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 gun i'm the best I've ever been!'

Fire on the mountain run boy's run!
Devil's in the house of the risen sun!
Chicken in the bread pan picken out dough!
Granny does your dog bite, no child, no!