Adrenaline Mob - Devil Went Down To Georgia lyrics

The 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 willin' to make a deal When he came across 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 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 a 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" Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run The devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking 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 wanna try again 'Cause I've told, you once you son of a b**h, I'm the best there's ever been!" And he played Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run The devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no