[Intro] Lucy rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold If you lose the Devil gets your soul
[Verse 1] The Devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind and way behind, he was willing to make a deal When he came across this young girl sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot He jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Girl, let me tell you what" "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, girl, but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul I think I'm better than you."
[Pre-Chorus] "Hey now my name's Lucy, and it might be a sin I'll take your bet, and you're gonna regret, I'm the best there's ever been."
[Chorus] Lucy, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose the devil gets your soul
[Verse 2] The Devil opened up his case and said, "I'll start this show." And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings, it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this
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[Verse 3] When the Devil finished, Lucy said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son Sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."
[Chorus] "Fire on the Mountain" Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
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[Verse 4] The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Lucy's feet "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again You'll never stand a chance I'm the best there's ever been."
[Chorus] "Fire on the Mountain" Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
