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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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