The Charlie Daniels Band

The Charlie Daniels Band - Devil Came Down to Georgia lyrics

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The devil went down to Georgia

He was lookin' for a soul to steal

He was in a bind

'Cause he was way behind

And he was willin' to make a deal



When he came across 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 

'Cause 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 

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 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 I'll start this show 

And fire flew from his fingertips 

As he rosined up his bow 



Then 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 



[Instrumental] 



When the devil finished 

Johnny said well you're pretty good old son 

But just sit down in that chair right there 

And let me show you how it's done 



He played Fire on the Mountain 

Run boys, run 

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun 

Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough 

Granny does your dog bite 

No child, no 



[Instrumental] 



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 there's ever been 



And he played Fire on the Mountain 

Run boys, run 

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun 

Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough 

Granny will your dog bite 

No child, no 



[Instrumental to end]
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