The Devil Went Down to Georgia - текст песни
The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Johnny raise up your bow
And play your fiddle hard
Cuz hells broke loose in georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win
You'll get this shiny fiddle 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 show
And fire blew from his fingertips
As he raised up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished
Johnny said well your pretty good old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how its done
Fire on the mountain
Run boys run
The devils in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the bread patch picking outdoors
Ready does your dog bite
No chow no
The devil bowed his head
Cuz he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at johnnys feet
Johnny said devil just come on back
If you ever want to try again
I done told you once
You son of a bitch
Im the best theres ever been
He played
Fire on the mountain
Run boys run
Devils in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the bread patch picking outdoors
Ready does your dog bite
No chow no
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