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