(based on the song "Devil Went Down to Georgia" by Charlie Daniels)
Johnny stood up on the hickory stump
so glad that fiddle was his,
he pull the bow across the strings
and they made an evil hiss.
He played that fiddle long and hard
and he felt the evil brew
But he didn't care, he kept on playing
until the evil grew
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."
The Devil's got his mandolin
and now that fiddler player too
cause Johnny took his dare
and now he's a demon too.
Devil's in the house of the risin' sun
pickin' and a grinnin' and having fun
He's got his soul doe see doe
and Johnny's now his and not his foe.
Together they play their evil sound
from high in the heavens to under ground
No one escapes the music they play
So if the devil comes calling.. best run the other way!
And they play fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, now they're pickin' out dough.
"Granny, will your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."
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