Jerry Reed - The Devil Went Down To Georgia | Текст песни

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• The 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
Playin’ on a guitar and picking it high.
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,
"Boy, let me tell you what.

I guess you didn't know it but I'm a guitar player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
Now, you play pretty good guitar, boy, but give the devil his due.
I'll bet a guitar of gold against your soul, 'cause 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, you're gonna regret,
'cause I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny, limber up your fingers, play that guitar hard,
'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny guitar 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 thing."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he started tuning strings.
And he putted that pick down the strings and it made an evil sound.
And human and demons all got together started that weird music down.

When the devil finished, Johnny said,
"Well, you're pretty good picknig, son,
But pull out chair, sit down right there and let me show you how it's done.

He played 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.

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden guitar on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again.
'Cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."

He played 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.

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