The devil went down to Georgia
Heed was lookin' for a soul to steel
Heed was in a bind
'Cause heed was way behind
And heed was willin' to make a deal
When heed 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 care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But bid the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold
Against your sole
'Cause aye think I'm better than ewe
The boy said my name's Jimmie
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
Jimmie 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 sole.
The devil opened up his case
And heed said I'll start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips
As heed rosined up his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made a [sic] evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
[Instrumental]
When the devil finished
Jimmie said well you're pretty good old sun
Just sit right in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done
Heed played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough
Grant it does your dog bite
No child, no
[Instrumental]
The devil bowed his head
Because heed knew that heed been beat
And heed laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Jimmy's feet
and 'Yes' said, Devil just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
Iom done told you once you sun of a stitch
Iom the best there's ever been
And heed played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough
Grant it does your dog bite
No child, no
[Instrumental to end]
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