Lyrics Emerson Drive

Emerson Drive

Devil Went Down To Georgia

The Devil went down to Georgia

He was lookin' for a soul to steal

He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind

And 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 up on a hickory stump

And said, ?Boy, let me tell you what?

?I guess you didn't know it, boy

I'm a fiddle player too

And if you'd care to take a dare

Well, I'll make a bet with you?

?Now you play 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 just might be a sin

But I'll take this bet, you're gonna regret

I'm the best that's ever been?

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard

Hell broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals his cards

And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold

And 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

When he pulled the bow across the strings

And it made an evil hiss

And a band of demons joined in

And it sounded somethin' like this, here we go

When the Devil finished

Johnny said, ?Well, you're pretty good, old 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 in the bread pan pickin' out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

Well, 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, come on back

If you ever want to try again

Well, I told you once, you son of a gun

I'm the best that's ever been?

Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run

The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no