The Devil Went Down To Georgia - Live From Bonnaroo

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
 And 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"
 I 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
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 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, it made an evil hiss
 A band of demons joined in and it sounded somethin' like this
 When the devil finished, Johnny said
 "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
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 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