The Devil Went Down to Georgia (Feat. YelaWolf)

The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind. He was willing to make a deal When he came across this young man?sawin'?on?a fiddle and?playin' it hot And?the Devil jumped upon 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 a 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. Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf 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 there's ever been. Chorus: Jonathan Davis Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause Hell'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 Verse 2: Jonathan Davis 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 And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this: Instrumental Bridge Verse 3: Jonathan Davis & Yelawolf When the Devil finished, Johnny said, Well, you're pretty good ol' son But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done. Chorus: Jonathan Davis Fire on the Mountain Run, boys, run The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite No, child, no Instrumental Bridge Verse 4: Jonathan Davis & Yelawolf 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, just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been. he played: Chorus: Jonathan Davis Fire on the Mountain Run, boys, run The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, will your dog bite No, child, no