Broke Down in Georgia - Tony Ramey

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind, 'Cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal When he come across that young boy playing and playing that fiddle hot And the Devil jumps up on a hickory Stump and said: Boy let me tell you what I bet 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 wit you Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your Soul 'cause I think I'm better than you The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been! Johnny rosin up your bow and play that 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 But if you lose the Devil gets your soul The Devil opened up his case and said: I'll start the show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined 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 you're pretty good old son Just sit down in that chair right there, let me show you how it's done Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun The Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said: Devil, just come back if you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been! Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind He was willing to make a deal When he came upon this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, 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, boy, but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you" The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin But I'll take that bet, and you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been" Johnny, 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 The Devil opened up his case and he 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 and it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son But sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done" "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 The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once You son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been" He played "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, no

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 came upon this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said boy let me tell you what I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too And if you care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you The boy said my name's Johnny and it 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 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 of you lose, the devil gets your soul The devil opened up his case and he said I'll start this show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings and it made a evil hiss And then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the devil finished, Johnny said well you're pretty good old son But sit right down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done "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 The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, devil just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best there'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 will your dog bite No child, no

I can't count the cities and towns that I've left behind Me I'm still drifting, running on rodeo time Tonight a steel guitar's playing And I'm alone at a table for two Chasing 8 second glory I've sure come a long way for you I'm West Texas lonely Tennessee whiskey blue Lost between Lynchburg And a three-quarter El Paso moon Without you to hold me I'm still torn half in two I'm West Texas lonely And Tennessee whiskey blue Well a week from tonight I'll see Amarillo again And I can't help but wonder If you'll be there in the stands I guess you remember That spotlight gets dimmer each day Cause being a cowboy Always means riding away And I'm West Texas lonely And Tennessee whiskey blue Lost between Lynchburg And a three-quarter El Paso moon Without you to hold me I'm still torn half in two I'm West Texas lonely And Tennessee whiskey blue I'm West Texas lonely And Tennessee whiskey blue

We're like a record goin' 'round and 'round that keeps on playin' Perpetual revolution groovin' on a song Here and there a skip and a scratch ya' know it ain't perfection But you and me can dance to that all night long Baby you drive me crazy We keep on rockin' and rollin' on this vinyl ride Sometimes we get stuck in a rut, but hey, baby When the "A" side's over, we flip it on over and play the other side We're gonna take it track by track, no skippin' the sad ones 'Cause the sad ones, they let you know that it's all worth while I'm gonna be here with you through the slow and the fast ones Yeah, love like the good ol' stuff never goes out of style Baby you drive me crazy We keep on rockin' and rollin' on this vinyl ride Sometimes we get stuck in a rut, but hey, baby When the "A" side's over, we flip it on over and play the other side Baby you drive me crazy We keep on rockin' and rollin' on this vinyl ride Sometimes we get stuck in a rut, but hey, baby When the "A" side's over, we flip it on over and play the other side Like a record goin' 'round and 'round