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The Devil Went Down To Georgiaby ~RingmasterBent

Digital Art / Drawings & Paintings / Macabre & Horror

The devil went down to Georgia, hungry for another soul.

He'd snatched away thirteen that day, Ole' Scratch was on a roll.

The forest filled with somber songs from a poor boy and his fiddle...

The devil snuck up on the lad and startled him with a riddle.

"If music's from the devil and the devil's who I am..."

"Whose reckless rhythm pounds within the hopeless hearts of man?"

"Tell you what, you take this fiddle, boy, you'll find it's made of gold."

"It's yours if you can play better n' me, if not I get your soul."

The boy said: "The name's Johnny, fiend, and my music's from the Lord!

You're sure as Hell gonna regret this bet because I play a righteous chord!

Johnny rosin up your bow and slice into those strings.
The clouds are partin' up above as angels start to sing.
Every man and woman on the planet sheds a tear...
When Johnny's holy rollin' and armageddon's gettin' near.

When Johnny finished, the devil said: "Well you're pretty good, my boy.

"But give me just a moment and I'll stomp out all that joy."

The devil cracked his knuckles and reached into the ground.

A fiery hole began to glow and then an awful sound...

A million souls were screaming as he pulled out the wretched thing...

A fiddle strung with six hundred and sixty six white strings.

Devil strikes a note, run child run!
Sorrow blackens out the sun.
Critters dyin' ten miles 'round.
Hell is comin' up for you and it's gonna pull you down.

Johnny ran towards the light because knew he'd lost.

The devil stopped to pick up golden fiddle Johnny'd tossed.

The devil said: "Son, your soul is mine, there ain't no point in runnin'."

"Where we're goin' it's black as pitch cause we don't let no sun in."

"Most can't understand the songs fallen angels write,"

"But after an eternity, I reckon that YOU might!"

Devil strikes a note, run child run!
Sorrow blackens out the sun.
Critters dyin' ten miles 'round.
Hell is comin' up for you and it's gonna pull you down.

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Original song/lyrics by the Charlie Daniels Band, but I think my version is more realistic.