Letras
Well, 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 come across this young man
Playin' a guitar and pickin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Hey boy, let me tell you what
Guess you didn't know it, but I'm a guitar player too
And if you'd care to take a dare, then I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a 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"
Well, the boy said, "My name's Johnny, and this might be a sin
But I'll take your bet and you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Johnny, rosin up your finger and play that guitar hard
All hell's broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you'll get this shiny guitar made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
Well, the devil, he just opened up his case, and said, "Well, I'll start this thing"
And fire flew from his fingertips as he started tunin' him strings
He put that pick down on them strings and made an evil sound
And him and him demons all got together, started puttin' this weird music down
The devil, he finished and Johnny said
"Well, you're pretty good, big old son
But pull up a chair and sit down right there
I'm gonna 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 a bread pan, pickin' out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No child, no
Well, I'm afraid the devil just bowed his head 'cause he knew that he'd been beat
He laid that golden guitar on the ground, right at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Hey, devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
'Cause I done 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 a bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No child, no