Chicken in the bread pan pickin' at dough
And said, "Boy, let me tell you what"
And if you care to take a dare
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And it made an evil hiss
If you ever wanna try again
I think I'm better than you"
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
Chicken inthe bread pan pickin' at dough
He played, 'Fire on the Mountain', run boys, run
Johnny said, "You know you're pretty good old son
Well that ol' Devil bowed his head
And he said, "I'll start this show"
But give the Devil his due
But you just flop down in that chair right there
The boy said, "My name's Johnny
As he rosined up his bow
Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
And it might be a sin
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
Johnny said, "Devil, come on back
When he came across this young man
Because he knew that he'd been beat
Granny does your dog bite? No child, no
And he laid that golden fiddle
The Devil opened up his case
I'm 'onna show you how this stuff's done"
The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
And fire flew from his fingertips
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards
And it sounded something like this
When the Devil finished
I'll just make a bet with you"
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
And a band of demons joined in
And he was willin' to make a deal
I'm the best there's ever been"
Down on the ground at Johnny's feet
I'm the best there's ever been"
I done told you once you son of a gun
Fire on the mountain, run boys, run
The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
But I'm a fiddle player too
But if you lose the Devil gets your soul
"You probably didn't even know it
And then he pulled his bow across the strings
But I'm 'onna take your bet, you're gonna regret
