The (D5)dev il went down to Geor gia.

He was look in’ for a soul to steal.

He was in a bind ’cause he was way be hind, and he was will in’ to make a deal, when he came a cross this young man saw in’ on a fid dle and play in’ it hot.

And the dev il jumped up on a hick o ry stump and said, “Boy, let me tell you what.

(C)I (Dm)guess you did n’t know it, but I’m a fid dle play er, too.

And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you.

Now, you play pret ty good fid dle, boy, but give the dev il his due.

I’ll bet a fid dle of gold a gainst your soul ’cause I think I’m bet ter than you.” (C)The (Dm)boy said, “My name’s John ny, and it might be a sin.

But I’ll take your bet.

You’re gon na re gret ’cause I’m the best that’s ev er been.” (Dm)John ny, ros in up your bow and (C)play your fid dle hard ’cause (Gm)hell’s broke loose in Geor gia, and the (Dm)dev il deals the cards.

And if you win, you get this shin y (Gm)fid dle made of gold.

But (A)if you lose, the dev il gets your soul.

The (D5)dev il o pened up his case, and he said, “I’ll start this show.” And fire flew from his fin ger tips as he ros ined up his bow.

And he pulled the bow a cross the strings, and it made an e vil hiss.

Then a band of de mons joined in, and it sound ed some thin’ like this:

When the (D5)dev il fin ished, John ny said, “Well, you’re pret ty good, old son, but sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it’s done.” (D)Fire on the moun tain.

Run, boys, run.

The (C)dev il’s in the House of the Ris ing Sun.

(D)Chick en in the bread pan pick in’ out dough.

(C)Gran ny, does your dog bite?

No, child, no.

The dev il bowed his head be cause he knew that he’d been beat.

And he laid that gold en fid dle on the ground at John ny’s feet.

John ny said, “Dev il, just come on back if you ev er want to try a gain.

’Cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I’m the best that’s ev er been.” He played,