The Charlie Daniels Band

The Devil went down to Georgia,
he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind,
he was willing to make a deal.
When he came across this young boy
sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
Well the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump,
said, "Boy let me tell you what.
I guess you didn't know it,
but I'm a fiddle player too,
Now if you care to make a dare,
well I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play 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 Jonny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,
'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Jonny rosin up you bow
and play your fiddle hard.
'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiny
fiddle made of gold,
But if you loose the Devil gets your soul.
So the Devil opened up his case, said,
"I guess I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his finger tips
as he rosined up his bow.
When he drew that bow across the strings,
it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in,
it sounded something like this.
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So the Devil finished, Jonny said,
"Well you're pretty good old son.
Sit down in that chair out there,
let me show you how it's done."
He played Fire on the Mountain,
run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."
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So the Devil bowed his head
because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle
on the ground at Jonny's feet.
And Jonny said,
"Devil, just come on back
if you ever want to try again,
'cause I've told you once, you son of a gun,
I'm the best there's ever been."
He played Fire on the Mountain,
run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."

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 willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon 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'd 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.
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, 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!
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.

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,
'Cause I've 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's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

Well, her name was Maria
She came from [unverified]
She had a passion for diamonds and gold
She done broke every heart
In Flueto bi Arta
By the time she was eighteen years old

Then she left for Las Vegas
With Senor Rodreguez
She didn't care what anybody would think
And when she came back
She had two Cadillacs and a mink

Well, he came from Kentucky
All the boys called him 'Lucky'
He loved to ramble around and have fun
A wild-eyed joker with a talent for poker
And a good lookin' son of a gun

Strong as a bear
Kinda devil may care
But he had a weakness, alright
For good lookin' ladies
And falling in love for the night

He met Maria in a small bar in Mexico City
Where him and his buddies had gone
Down to see the bullfight

He took on look in those flashy brown eyes
And said, "Here we go again"

When these high powered lovers
Got a look at each other
They thought it was love at first sight
They danced and got high
And then by and by

She came up to his room for the night
Then that high-totin' mama
Left for Yokohana
With a millionaire from San Antone
And when Lucky woke up
His loot and his lady were gone

Now he sits in Louisville drownin'
In sour mash whiskey
While she rides through the streets
Of Juarez in a long limousine

She took his pride
And a whole lot besides
And she just don't give a damn

I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night
I guess that's what you get
For fallin' in love for the night