| The Devil went down to Georgia. |
| He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
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| He was in a bind the way behind and willing to make a deal.
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| When he came across this young man pickin' a guitar and playin' it hot.
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| The Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, "Boy, let me tell you what."
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| "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a guitar player, too.
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| And if you'd care to take this dare I'll make a bet with you.
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| Now you a pretty damn good strummer, boy, but give the Devil his due.
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| I'll bet a guitar of gold against your soul that says I'm better than you."
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| But the boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin,
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| But I'll take your bet; |
| you're gonna regret, I'm the best there's ever been."
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| The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
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| And fire flew from his fingertips as he tuned his axe down low.
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| And he pulled that pick across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
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| Then a band of demons all joined in and it sounded just like this.
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| When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good, old son,
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| Well sit your old ass in that chair right there, let me show you how the fuck it's done."
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| The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
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| And he laid that gold guitar down on the ground at Johnny's feet.
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| But Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back, if you ever wanna try again,
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| I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been." |