The Devil Down In Georgia

I’d like to meet that devil down in Georgia ‘cause I met one from California and we sure as hell don’t talk anymore He had eyes as dark as sin and the most contagious little grin but I bet his mama don’t know where he’s been So I’ll be the one to say run, boy, run and don’t you dare come back again No, child, no That’s devil’s got a hold and you deserve a house where the sun don’t set ‘cause the devil down in georgia might hold on a little longer and not lie about who is in his bed He’ll play his fiddle and we’ll laugh and sing a little about how he’s the best that’s ever been