#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From: FroggyJ3@aol.com <FroggyJ3@aol.com> Date: Friday, July 10, 1998 4:50 PM Subject: (no subject) The devil went down to Georgia he was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind cuz he was way behind he was willinā to make a deal When he came across this young man sawinā on a fiddle and playinā it hot And the devil jumped āpon a hickory stump and said boy let me tell you what I bet you didnāt know it but Iām a fiddle player too And if youād care to make a dare Iāll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy but give the devil his due I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul cuz I think Iām better than you The boy said my nameās Johnny and it might be a sin But Iāll take your bet your gonna regret cuz Iām the best thatās ever been Johnny your rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard Cuz hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard 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 said Iāll start this show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across his 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 youāre pretty good olā sun But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how its done Fire on the mount run boys run The devilās in the house of the risinā sun Chicken in the bread pin pickinā out dough Granny does your dog bite no, child, no The devil bowed his head because he knew that heād been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnnyās feet Johnny said devil just come on back if you ever want to try again I told you once you son of a bitch Iām the best thatās ever been He played fire on the mount run boys run the Devils in the house of the risinā sun Chicken in the bread pin pickinā out dough Granny does your dog bite no child no