Songtext The devil went down to georgia Blues Traveler

The devil went down to georgia

Original performer: charlie daniels band

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 willing to make a deal

Well he come across a young man sawing on a fiddle and he played it hot
The devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said boy, let me tell you what

In case you didnt know it, Im a fiddle player too
And if you care to make a dare
Ill make a bet with you

Now you play pretty good fiddle, son but give the devil his due
Ill bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
Cause I think Im better than you

Well the boy said my names johnny, and it might be a sin
But Ill take your bet youre gonna regret
Cause Im the best theres ever been

Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Cause hells broke loose in georgia
And the devil deals the cards

And if you win youll get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case, and said, Ill start this show
And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow
When he pulled that bow across the strings, it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in, it sounded just like this

When the devil finished, johnny said, well youre pretty good old son
But just sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how its done

He played fire on the mountain, run, boys, run
The devils in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, no, child, no

The devil bowed his head because he knew that hed been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at johnnys feet
And johnny said, devil, come on back if you ever want to try again
But I told you once, you son of a bitch, Im the best theres ever been!

He played fire on the mountain, run, boys, run
The devils in the house with the rising sun
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no, child, no