Well, the Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal
He was way behind, he was in a bind, he was looking to make a deal
When he come across this young boy sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the Devil jumped upon 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'd care to take a dare, well, 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 'cause I think I'm better than you"

Then the boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet and you're gonna regret 'cause 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 it hard
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul

Well, the Devil opened up his case and he said, "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
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, that's pretty good ol' son
But just sit down there in that easy chair and let me show you how it's done"
He played:

"Fire on the Mountain." Boys run"
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

Well, 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
And he said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been"

"Fire on the Mountain. "Boys, run!"
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun
The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough
Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no