The Devil went down to Georgia.
He was lookin' for a soul to

steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind.
And he was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret it 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Lyrics to “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by Charlie Daniels