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Zac Brown Band
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The Devil Went Down To Georgia [Live]
作詞:John Thomas Jr Crain, Charles Edward Daniels, William Joel Di Gregorio, Fred Laroy Edwards, Charles Fred Hayward, James Wainwrigh Marshall
With the crack of his whoopy tail The beast was done
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 willin' to make a deal
When he came across some boy Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot Then the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And Said, 'Boy, lemme 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, well, I'll make a bet with you You play pretty good fiddle boy but you give the devil his due I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul to think I'm better than you
My names 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 risen up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard If you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you loose the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case now and he said, 'I'll start this show' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And fire flew from his fingertips as he risen up his bow And he pulled that bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somethin' like this
When the devil finished, Johnny said 'Well you're pretty good ol' son Sit down in that chair right there Lemme show you how it's done'
He played, fire on the mountain run, boys, run Devil's in the house of the risin' sun Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
The devil bowed his head now 'Cause he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle Down on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, 'Devil, just come on back If you ever wanna try again I 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 Devil's in the house of the risin' sun Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
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