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 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 pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
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
I'm the best that's ever been"

Johnny you rosin up your bow
And play your fiddle hard
'Cause [bad word] #39;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 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 something like this:

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

Fire on the [bad word] boys run
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 [bad word] on back
If you ever want to try again
I done told you once, you son of a [bad word] 
I'm the best that's ever been"

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