The devil went down to Georgia 

He was looking for a soul to steal 

And he was in a bind

'Coe he was way behind

And was willin' to make a deal 

When he came upon a boy playing on a fiddle 

Aand playin' it hot 

And the devil jumped 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 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

'Cos I think I'm better than you." 



The boy said, "My name's Johnny 

And it might be a sin

But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret

'Cos I'm the best that's ever been."



Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard

'Cos 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,

"Well I guess 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 just 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

Devil's in the house of the rising sun

Chickens in the breadpan, picking 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 

Devil's in the house of the rising sun 

Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough 

Granny does your dog bite?

No, child, no