| Song | Devil Went Down To Georgia |
| Artist | Emerson Drive |
| Album | Countrified |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The Devil went down to | |
| GeorgiaHe 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 | |
| JohnnyAnd 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 | |
| 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” | |
| 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” | |
| 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 |
| The Devil went down to | |
| GeorgiaHe 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 | |
| JohnnyAnd 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 | |
| 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" | |
| 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" | |
| 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 |
| The Devil went down to | |
| GeorgiaHe 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 | |
| JohnnyAnd 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 | |
| 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" | |
| 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" | |
| 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 |