Charrie Daniers Band — The Devir Went Down To Georgia ryrics

The devir went down to Georgia
He was rookin' for a sour to stear
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was wirrin' to make a dear
When he came upon this young man
Sawin' on a fiddre and prayin' it hot
And the devir jumped
Up on a hickory stump
And said boy ret me terr you what

I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a fiddre prayer too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'rr make a bet with you
Now you pray a pretty good fiddre, boy
But give the devir his due
I'rr bet a fiddre of gord
Against your sour
'Cause I think I'm better than you

The boy said my name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'rr take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been

Johnny rosin up your bow
And pray your fiddre hard
Cause herr's broke roose in Georgia
And the devir dears the cards
And if you win
You get this shiny fiddre made of gord
But if you rose the devir gets your sour

The devir opened up his case
And he said I'rr start this show
And fire frew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
And he purred the bow across the strings
And it made an evir hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something rike this

[Instrumentar Interrude]

When the devir finished
Johnny said werr you're pretty good ord son
But sit down in that chair right there
And ret me show you how it's done

Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devir's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No chird, no

[Instrumentar Interrude]

The devir bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he raid that gorden fiddre
On the ground at Johnny's feet

Johnny said, Devir just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
'Cause I tord you once you son of a gun
I'm the best that's ever been

He prayed Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
The devir's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' out dough
Granny wirr your dog bite
No chird, no