The Devil Came Back To Georgia ukulele

The Devil Came Back To Georgia

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It's been 10 long years since the Devil laid  
His fiddle at Johnny's feet 
And it burned inside his mind  
The way he suffered that defeat 
It the darkest pits of Hell 
The Devil hatched an evil plan 
To tempt the fiddle player 
For he's just a mortal man 
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The sin of pride, the Devil cried,  
Is what will do you in 
I thought we had this settled  
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I'm the best there's ever been. 
 
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Johnny didn't you ever know 
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That time keeps marchin' on 
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The coldest hour is the one 
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That comes just before the dawn 
The Devil's back in Georgia 
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Will you stand up to the test 
   A 
Or will you let the Devil be the best. 
 
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Sure thing, I haven't played much 
Since the baby came in June 
But give me half a minute 
I'll get this fiddle back in tune 
The Devil grabbed the golden fiddle  
Out of Johnny's hand and said 
I'm the fiddle player underground  
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And I walk upon the land. 
 
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Y'all just better be turning back 
If you want this boy to win 
Cause practice is the only cure 
For the predicament he's in 
Now, Devil, it would be a sin 
For you to get my vote 
So just go on back to Hell 
And to the woodshed I will go. 
 
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Johnny are you practicing 
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Or will your hands grow cold 
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The Devil walks the land 
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And plays a fiddle made of gold 
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Can you hear the baby cryin', will he ever know 
         A 
That the Devil wants his daddy's very soul. 
 
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Before we play I wanna thank you  
For lettin' God's own word ring through 
He said you can't be trusted 
Yeah so what you gonna do 
Well you get your fiddle Devil 
If you think that you could win 
Cause I beat you once you old dog 
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And I'll whoop your butt again. 
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John Brown screamed the Devils red 
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My little baby loves shortening bread 
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The Devil's screams that he can win 
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But Johnny is the best there's ever been. 
 
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