it's been ten long years since the devil lay'd his fiddle at johnny's feed,
and it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat.
in the darkest pits of hell, the devil hatched an evil plan, to tempht the fiddle player for he's just a mortal men,
the sinth of pride, the devil cried, is what will do you in,
i thought we had this settled; I'm the best thats ever been.
johnny did you ever know, the time keeps fortune on, the coldest hour is the one, comes just before the dawn.
the devil's back in Georgia, will you stand up to the test? or will you let the devil beat the best?!!
truth is i haven't played much since the baby came in june,
but give me half a minute, i'll get this fiddle back in tune.
the devil grabbed the golden fiddle out of johnny's hand and said, oh i'm a fiddle player underground and i walk upon the ramps.
you'll better just be turning back if you're not bored to win, cause practise is the only cure for the situation your in.
now devil it would be insane for you to get in my boat, cause you on go back to hell, to the woodshit i won't go.
johnny are you practising or will your hands grow cold,
the devil walks the land and plays a fiddle made of gold,
can you hear the baby crying, will he ever know; the devil wants his daddy's very soul.
before we play, i want to thank you for letting gods words ring through, he said you can't be trusted, YES so what you gonna do.
well you get your golden fiddle devil, if you think that you can win, cause i've beat you once you old dog, and i can whipe your but again.
johnnys words ring, the devil is red, mom and little baby are short in bread, the devil's dream is that he can win. but johnny is the best thats ever been.
