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 willing to make a deal 

When he came across this young man 
Sawing 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, son 
But give the devil his due 
I 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 that's ever been" 

Johhny you resin up your bow 
And play your fiddle hard 
'Cause [bad word] 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 openned up his case 
And he said "I'll start this show" 
And fire flew from his fingertips 
As he resined 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 something like this 

When the devil finished Johnny said 
"Well you're pretty good, old son 
But sit down in that chair right there 
And let me show you how its done" 

{Refrain 
Fire on the [bad word] boys run 
The devil's in the house of the rising sun 
Chicken in the 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 

Johnny said "Devil, [bad word] on back 
If you ever want to try again 
But I told you once, you son of a [bad word] 
I'm the best that's ever been" 

He played 
Fire on the [bad word] boys run 
The devil's in the house of the rising sun 
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough 
Granny does your dog bite, no child no