The devil came back to Georgia
Lookin' for a soul to claim
He had a score to settle with Johnny
And this time, he brought hell's own flames

The devil went back to Georgia
Thought he'd put on a hell of a show
But in Georgia, you don't fiddle with the best
When Johnny plays the golden bow

The devil said, "I'll take your bet
And I'll start this show"
Then he rosined up his bow
And played a tune from down below
It was evil, it was sinful
It would've made a weaker man fall
But Johnny just stood tall

The devil went back to Georgia
Thought he'd put on a hell of a show
But in Georgia, you don't fiddle with the best
When Johnny plays the golden bow

The devil's fiddle smoked and sparked
But Johnny just grinned wide
He said, "You're still good, old son
But sit down, let me show you how it's done"

The devil went back to Georgia
Thought he'd put on a hell of a show
But in Georgia, you don't fiddle with the best
When Johnny plays the golden bow

Johnny's fingers flew like lightning
Across that golden fiddle's strings
The devil knew Johnny couldn't be stopped
As the hills of Georgia rang from Tifton to Rocky Top

The devil went back to Georgia
Thought he'd put on a hell of a show
But in Georgia, you don't fiddle with the best
When Johnny plays the golden bow