The Devil Comes Back to Georgia

The Devil Comes Back To Georgia - Hit Crew Masters

Been ten long years since the Devil laid

His fiddle at Johnny's feet

And it burned inside his mind the way

He suffered that defeat

In the darkest pits of Hell

The Devil hatched an evil plan

To temp the fiddle player

For he's just a mortal man

The sin of pride the Devil

Cried is what will do you in

I thought we had this settled

I'm the best that's ever been

Johnny did you ever know that time keeps marching on

The coldest hour is the one comes just before the dawn

The Devil's back in Georgia will you stand up to the test

Or will you let the Devil be the best

Truth is I haven't played much

Since the baby came in June

But give me half a minute

And I'll get this fiddle back in tune

The Devil grabbed the golden

Fiddle out of Johnny's hand and said

Boy I'm the fiddle player underground

And I walk along the land

Ya'll better just be turning back

If you want this boy to win

'Cuz practice is the only cure

For the predicament he's in

Now Devil it would be a sin for you to get my bow

So you go on back to Hell to the woodshed I will go

Johnny are you practicing

Or will your hands grow cold

The Devil walks the land and plays a fiddle made of gold

Can you hear the babe a cryin'

Will he ever know the Devil wants his daddy's very soul

Before we play I wanna thank you

For letting God's own word ring true

He said you can't be trusted

Yeah so what you gonna do

Well you get your fiddle Devil

If you think that you can win

I beat you once you old dog

And I'll whip your butt again

John Brown's green the Devil is red

My little baby loves shortin' bread

The Devil's dream's that he can win

But Johnny is the best that's ever been