The Devil Went Down to Georgia (Live) - Zac Brown Band

With the crack of his whoopy tail

The beast was done

The devil went down to Georgia

He was looking for a soul to steal

He was in a bind he, was way behind

He was willin' to make a deal

When he came across some boy

Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot

Then the devil jumped up on a hickory stump

And Said, "Boy, lemme tell you what"

I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too

And if you care to take a dare, well, I'll make a bet with you

You play pretty good fiddle boy but you give the devil his due

I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul to think I'm better than you

My names Johnny 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

Johnny risen up your bow and play your fiddle hard

'Cause hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard

If you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold

But if you loose the devil gets your soul

The devil opened up his case now and he said, "I'll start this show"

And fire flew from his fingertips as he risen up his bow

And he pulled that bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss

Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somethin' like this

When the devil finished, Johnny said

"Well you're pretty good ol' son

Sit down in that chair right there

Lemme show you how it's done"

He played, fire on the mountain run, boys, run

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun

Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

The devil bowed his head now

'Cause he knew that he'd been beat

And he laid that golden fiddle

Down on the ground at Johnny's feet

Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back

If you ever wanna try again

I told you once you son of a bitch

I'm the best there's ever been"

He played, fire on the mountain run, boys, run

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun

Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no