Lyrics:
The devil went down to georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal.
he was in a bind 'cuz he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal.
when he came accross 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, 'cuz i think i'm better than you.
the boy said, "my name's johhny" and it might be a sin
but i'll take your bet; you're gonna regret, 'cause i'm the best that's ever been.
Johhny, 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'll 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 blew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
and he pulled the bow accross 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 risin' sun
chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough
granny, does your dog bite? no, child, no
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd beat.
and he laid that golden fiddle on the ground by johhny's feet.
and johhny 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 risin' sun
chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough
granny, will your dog bite? no, child, no
