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The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
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He was in a bind 'cause he way way behind, he was willin' to make a deal.
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When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
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And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
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"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
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And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
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Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
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I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
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The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
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but I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."
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Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
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'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards.
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And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
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But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
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The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
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And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
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And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
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Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
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When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
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"But sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."
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Fire on the mountain, run boys, run
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The devil's in the house of the risin' sun
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Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough
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"Granny, does your dog bite?"
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"No, child, no."
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The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
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He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
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Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
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"cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been."
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