Calamity Jane - Devil Went Down To Georgia

[Intro]
Lucy rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards
And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold
If you lose the Devil gets your soul

[Verse 1]
The Devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind and way behind, he was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young girl sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
He jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Girl, 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, girl, but give the Devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul I think I'm better than you."

[Pre-Chorus]
"Hey now my name's Lucy, and it might be a sin
I'll take your bet, and you're gonna regret, I'm the best there's ever been."

[Chorus]
Lucy, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
'Cause Hell's 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

[Verse 2]
The Devil opened up his case and 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, it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
When the Devil finished, Lucy said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son
Sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

[Chorus]
"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

[Instrumental]

[Verse 4]
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Lucy's feet
"Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
You'll never stand a chance I'm the best there's ever been."

[Chorus]
"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, will your dog bite? No, child, no