Lyrics

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 this young man
sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
And the Devil jumps up on a hickory stump and said:
"Boy let me tell you what:
Guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare,
Im'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.
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.
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'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!

Devil opened up his case and said,
"I'll start this show."
Fire flew from his fingertips
as he rosined up his bow.
Dragged 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 Devil finished, Johnny said,
"Well you're pretty good old son.
But sit down in that chair right there,
and lemme show you how it's done."

Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run!
The 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, c'mon back if you ever wanna try again.
I told you once, you son of a bitch,
I'm the best thats ever been!"

He played...
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.