The Devil Went Down to Georgia

The devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'Cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he 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'd 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 that 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 And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this When the devil finished Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good, ol' 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 in a bread pan pickin' 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 I done told you once you son of a bitch I'm the best that's ever been" He played "Fire on the Mountain" run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun The chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough Granny, will your dog bite? No child, no --- The Devil Went Down to Georgia - Korn and Yelawolf