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The Devil Went Down To Georgia

The All American Rejects2010年7月6日

The Devil Went Down To Georgia 歌詞

The Devil Went Down To Georgia - The All-American Rejects

The Devil went down to Georgia

He was looking 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

Sawing on a fiddle and playing 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 "

 

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 "

Johnny rosin up your bow

And play your fiddle hard

Cause Hell's broke loose

In Georgia and the Devil deals it hard

And if you win you get

This shiny fiddle made of gold

But 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

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

 

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 "

"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

 

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 *****

I'm the best that's ever been "

And he played:

"Fire on the Mountain " Run boys run

 

The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;

 

The chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough

 

 

Granny will your dog bite No child no