Devil Went Down to Georgia Songtext
von Zac Brown Band

And 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"

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 rosin 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 rosined 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
Chicken 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
Chicken in the bread pen pickin′ out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no