Songs GraceAnne Gets Stuck in my Head

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 a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle, playin' it hot,
The devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said, "Boy, let me tell you what.
Now 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've got a fiddle o' gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better'n you."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny, you rosin up your bow and play that fiddle hard.
'Cause ****s broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals his 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 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.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somethin' like this:

(Fiddle playing)

When the devil finished, Johnny said, "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 in the bread pan, picking out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

(Fiddle playing)

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground and Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back, if you ever want to try again.
But I told you once, you son of a gun, 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 the bread pan, picking out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."