The devil went down to Georgia,
He was lookin’ for a soul to steal,
He was in a bind, cause he was way behind,
He was willin’ to make deal.
When he came across this young man,
Sawin’ on a fiddle, and playing 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’d care to take a dare,
I’ll make a bet with you.
Now you play pretty good fiddle boy,
But give the devil his due,
I bet a fiddle of cold against your soul,
Cos I think I’m better than you.

The boy said my names Johnny,
And it might be a sin.
But I’ll take your bet and you’re gonna regret,
I’m the best there’s ever been.

Johnny rosin up your bow,
And play that 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 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 demon’s joined in,
And it sounded something like this

When the devil finished, Johnny said,
Well you’re pretty good ole son,
But sit down in that chair, right there,
And let me show you how it’s done.
He played:

Fire on the mountain, run boy run.
Devil’s in the house of the rising son.
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ 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,
And Johnny said devil just a-come back,
If you ever want to try again,
I done told you once, you son of a bitch,
I’m the best there’s ever been.

Fire on the mountain, run boy run.
Devil’s in the house of the rising son.
Chicken in the bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no, child, no

Fire on the mountain, run boy run.
Run, boy, run boy, run
Devil’s in the house of the rising son.
House of the rising son
Chicken in the bread pan pickin’ out dough
Chicken picking out that dough
Granny does your dog bite, no, child, no
No, no, no, no, no, no