*Intense Violining in the background*
The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal, he was in a bind, he was way behind, he was looking to make a deal
When he came across 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, but I’m a fiddle player too.
And if you take this dare, I’ll make a bet with you
Now you’re a pretty good fiddler boy, but give the devil his due
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul to say I’m better than you