The devil went down the scum floor, looking for the soul of the steel
In a blinded way behind he was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man picking on the guitar playing hot
And the devil jumped on the hickory stump and said, I'll tell you what
I guess you didn't know it, I'm a guitar player too
And if you care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a real good guitar boy, but give the devil his due
I bet guitar gold against your soul, cause I think I'm better than you
Before I say my name's Johnny, it might be a sin
I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, I'm the best that's ever been
Johnny writes it off, you'll pick and play your guitar on
His call is here, it's your song, when the devil hears the gun
And if you win, then get the shot, his guitar made of gold
And if you lose, it all gets your soul
The devil opened up his case, he said, I'd start this gig
And by a flu from his fingertips is your eyes and up his pick
He strummed the pick across the strings, it made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this
When the devil finished, Johnny said, you're a pretty good old son
But sit down in that chair right there, let me show you how it's done
Fire in the mouth, the blood boils, run
Down in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread, but pick it up, go
Races of the fight don't turn, go, let's go
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
He laid that golden guitar on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, devil, come on back if you ever wanna try a game
And I've told you once, you're son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been
Fire in the mouth, the blood boils, run
Down in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread, but pick it up, go
Races of the fight don't turn, go, let's go
