[Intro – spoken growl over dirty guitar riff]
Yeah, the Devil rode down to Georgia,
on a Harley made of flame,
He said, “I’m lookin’ for a soul with sound —
let’s see who remembers my name.”
The sky cracked open thunder-wide,
and every amp caught fire,
‘Cause when the Devil calls you to play,
you either bleed… or you expire.
(guitars tear into a drop D riff — heavy palm-muted gallop)
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[Verse 1]
Johnny was a kid with a black Strat neck
Burned hands, but a clean regret
Played his soul through broken strings
Dreams loud enough to shake the kings
The Devil laughed, all venom and smoke
“Boy, you think your tone’s that woke?
I’ve walked through hell with Les Pauls crying —
You better play like your God’s still dying.”
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[Chorus]
The Devil rode down to Georgia
With a six-string made of flame
He said, “Play me something holy, boy,
or I’ll burn your name.”
The strings were steel, the frets ran red
The amps screamed out his pride
Johnny struck that lightning chord —
and hell itself replied.
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[Verse 2]
He played bends that cracked the sky
Each note bled like a battle cry
Tremolos like storm winds rise
Whammy dive like angels’ cries
The Devil grinned, then tore his tune
A shredder’s curse, a graveyard croon
His solo split the night in two
A firestorm the crowd ran through
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[Bridge – duel section]
(alternating solos between “Johnny” and “The Devil” — describe with tone)
• Devil’s solo: fast, chaotic, diminished scales, high gain, squeals like banshees.
• Johnny’s solo: soulful, blues-rooted, every bend a scream of defiance.
• Both crash together in unison for one final harmonic divebomb into silence.*
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[Final Chorus]
The Devil rode down to Georgia
But he left that place in shame
Johnny’s song lit up the dark
And carved his name in flame
The kid just grinned and said, “Old man,
You don’t own my sound or sin.”
Then walked away through fire and smoke —
With a scar, and a wicked grin.
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[Outro – slow riff, fading feedback]
Now they say when the amps hum low
And thunder shakes the floor
You can still hear Johnny’s ghost
Tearin’ up that Devil’s score.
(last note bends into screaming feedback, fades into reverb and silence)
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