The Devil Went Down To Georgia

Continuing with my series of folk/country/southern rock genre posts, here’s a great one with a decided “country” flavor. The video quality is a bit on the low side, but the story-line animation is still pretty cute.

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind ‘cos he was way behind: he was willin’ 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 bet 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 bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, ‘cos 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, your gonna regret, ‘cos I’m the best that’s ever been.”

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
‘Cos hells 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.

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 his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then 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 its done.”

Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil’s in the house of the risin’ sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin’ out dough.
“Granny, does your dog bite?”
“No, child, no.”

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny’s feet.
Johnny said: “Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
“I told you once, you son of a gun, 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 risin’ sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, now they’re pickin’ out dough.
“Granny, will your dog bite?”
“No, child, no.”

Also, as a special bonus just for you, I invite you to check out my earlier post of The Marshall Tucker Band’s Canโ€™t You See?. You will NOT regret it!

I want ice water.

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18 thoughts on “The Devil Went Down To Georgia

  1. OH YEAH, now I recognise this one, I love it but have my flatmate who didn’t allow me to have this one full blast as gallowaygrave so sitting with headphones now ๐Ÿ™‚ but great animation…

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  2. Oh my god, I’ve been wanting water ice all day and I LOVE this cong. Ever since I first heard it I’ve been wanting to learn to play the fiddle just to play this song lol

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    • Yeah, this one’s about as country as I want to get. Most of his stuff, that I’ve heard at least, is just a bit too country for me. There are very good exceptions though, like the Uneasy Rider song in my Dew Drop Inโ€ฆ post. I actually didn’t know that song was even by him until just before I did that post! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  5. Sorry I cannot appreciate this one. I was completely oversaturated by acquaintances who made it their life goal to memorize the words and sing along loudly in any bar we happened to be inhabiting . . .

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