The Devil went down to Georgia,
he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind,
so he was willing to make a deal.

When he come across that young boy playin' and playin' a fiddle hot.
And the Devil jumps up on a hickory stump and said
"Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player
too.

And if you'd care to take a dare,
I`m a make a bet wit 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.
'Cuz I think I'm better than you."

Boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret.
'Cuz I'm the best there's ever been."

Johnny, rosin' up your bow and playin' that fiddle
hard,
'Cause hell broke loose in Georgia and the Devil
deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!

The Devil opened up his case and said,
"I'll start this show."
Fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his
bow.
And he pull that bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded
something like this.

When Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old son.
Just sit down in that chair right there, and let me show
you how it's done."

Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!
Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
The Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough.
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no.

Devil bowed his head cause he knew that he'd been
beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at
Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just c'mon back if you ever wanna try again.
I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best
that`s ever been!"

Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!
Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.