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speters33w
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On Charlie Daniels… I actually found this thread searching for “Charlie Daniels.” Do you know the rest of the story about the Devil in Georgia?
I actually posted this on the Charlie Daniels Facebook page and it took them at least fifteen or twenty minutes to remove it.
The Devil Came Up From Georgia
The Devil came up from Georgia. And he laughed so hard he shook,
as he skipped and whistled all along that path that Sherman took.
Frogs and flies and locusts and lice passed him goin’ the other way.
The Devil chuckled and said out loud: “Boy, you’ve had better days.”
“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a fiddle player, too.
And since you dared to take my bet I’ll turn you in the screw.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but the Devil takes his due.
I gave that evil fiddle of gold 'cause I know I’m smarter than you.”
And he said, “I’m the Devil, and I know it was a sin,
to take that bet; and you’re gonna regret 'cause I’m the worst there’s ever been.”
“Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals it hard.
You’ll lose that farm, you’ll find out that fiddle can’t be sold.
You’re the only one that thinks it’s really gold!”
The Devil skipped and danced some more and said: “Oh what a show!
Oh, Johhny, boy, you’re gonna regret that fiddle made of gold!”
He took out another fiddle and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, he said, “Johnny, you’re pretty good ol’ son,
but you’ll find out the Devil really knows how it is done.”
Fire in the barn, boys. Run, boys, run!
Locusts in the wheat fields one by one;
Weasels in the hen-house pickin’ out prey,
Devil, do your hounds bite? Who can say?
“Johnny, bow your head now 'cause you’ll know that you’d been beat.
When I laid that golden fiddle on the ground down by your feet.”
The Devil said, “Johnny, I’ll come on back if you ever wanna try again,
You called it right, I’m a son of a bitch—I’m the worst that’s ever been.”
And he played:
Fire in the barn, boys. Run, boys, run!
Locusts in the wheat fields one by one;
Weasels in the hen-house pickin’ out prey,
Devil, do your hounds bite? Who can say?
I actually posted this on the Charlie Daniels Facebook page and it took them at least fifteen or twenty minutes to remove it.
The Devil Came Up From Georgia
The Devil came up from Georgia. And he laughed so hard he shook,
as he skipped and whistled all along that path that Sherman took.
Frogs and flies and locusts and lice passed him goin’ the other way.
The Devil chuckled and said out loud: “Boy, you’ve had better days.”
“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a fiddle player, too.
And since you dared to take my bet I’ll turn you in the screw.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but the Devil takes his due.
I gave that evil fiddle of gold 'cause I know I’m smarter than you.”
And he said, “I’m the Devil, and I know it was a sin,
to take that bet; and you’re gonna regret 'cause I’m the worst there’s ever been.”
“Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals it hard.
You’ll lose that farm, you’ll find out that fiddle can’t be sold.
You’re the only one that thinks it’s really gold!”
The Devil skipped and danced some more and said: “Oh what a show!
Oh, Johhny, boy, you’re gonna regret that fiddle made of gold!”
He took out another fiddle and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, he said, “Johnny, you’re pretty good ol’ son,
but you’ll find out the Devil really knows how it is done.”
Fire in the barn, boys. Run, boys, run!
Locusts in the wheat fields one by one;
Weasels in the hen-house pickin’ out prey,
Devil, do your hounds bite? Who can say?
“Johnny, bow your head now 'cause you’ll know that you’d been beat.
When I laid that golden fiddle on the ground down by your feet.”
The Devil said, “Johnny, I’ll come on back if you ever wanna try again,
You called it right, I’m a son of a bitch—I’m the worst that’s ever been.”
And he played:
Fire in the barn, boys. Run, boys, run!
Locusts in the wheat fields one by one;
Weasels in the hen-house pickin’ out prey,
Devil, do your hounds bite? Who can say?