- Votes:
- Composers:
- Daniels
- Charlie / Crain
- John / Digregorio
- William J. / Edwards
- Fred / Hayward
- Charles Fred / Marshall
- James W.
 
- See also:
Emerson Drive - The Devil Went Down To Georgia lyrics
(feat. Charlie Daniels)
 (John Crain/Charlie Daniels/William J. DiGregorio/Fred Edwards/Charles
 Hayward/James Marshall)
 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 willin' to make a deal
 When he came across this young man
 Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' 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, boy
 I'm a fiddle player, too
 And if you'd care to take 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 Johnny
 And it just might be a sin
 But I'll take this bet, you're gonna regret,
 I'm the best that's ever been
 Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
 Hell broke loose in Georgia
 And the devil deals his cards
 And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
 And if you lose, the devil gets your soul
 Emerson Drive - The Devil Went Down To Georgia - http://motolyrics.com/emerson-drive/the-devil-went-down-to-georgia-lyrics.html
 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
 When he pulled the bow across the strings
 And it made an evil hiss
 And a band of demons joined in
 And it sounded somethin' like this
 Here we go
 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 it's done
 Chorus:
 Fire on the mountain
 Run, 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
 Well, 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, come on back
 If you ever want to try again
 Well, I told you once, you son of a gun
 I'm the best that's ever been
(Repeat chorus)

















