Title: The Devil Came Back to Georgia (Part II)
Intro (spoken, slow and steady):
You’d think the Devil would’ve learned, but evil don’t forget—
He lost once down in Georgia… now he’s got one more regret.
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Verse 1:
The Devil came to Georgia with fire in his veins,
He swore he’d win back what he lost, erase his past with flames.
That golden fiddle haunted him, its shine a bitter sting,
So back he rode on wicked winds to face the fiddle king.
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Chorus:
He don’t play for riches, don’t play for pride,
He plays with heaven burnin’ deep inside.
Lightning in his fingers, fire in his tone,
The Devil came to battle — but Johnny stood alone.
He plays for glory, not for gold or fame,
And every note he bends still scorches Satan’s name!
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Verse 2:
He found old Johnny sittin’ ‘neath a crooked maple tree,
With silver hair and steady hands, still playin’ wild and free.
He taught the youth to feel each note, to play from deep inside,
And when the Devil called him out, he smiled and said with pride:
“You want a second try?” he asked, “I hope you brought your best,
But know I don’t play tricks or games—I only play what's blessed.”
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Chorus:
He don’t play for riches, don’t play for pride,
He plays with heaven burnin’ deep inside.
Lightning in his fingers, fire in his tone,
The Devil came to battle — but Johnny stood alone.
He plays for glory, not for gold or fame,
And every note he bends still scorches Satan’s name!
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Verse 3:
The Devil raised his fiddle high, it burned a crimson red,
He played a tune so fierce and dark, the angels hung their heads.
The sky grew black, the thunder cracked, and trees began to bend,
While shadows danced on wicked notes that echoed through the wind.
But deep inside, he felt a chill he couldn’t quite ignore—
The power in the light he feared was stronger than before.
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Verse 4:
Then Johnny stood with fiddle raised, a hush swept through the land,
He drew his bow and called the light with fire in his hand.
Each note cut through the storm above and rang so pure and bright,
The devils fled, the dark was gone—consumed by truth and light.
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Final Chorus:
He don’t play for riches, don’t play for pride,
He plays with heaven burnin’ deep inside.
Lightning in his fingers, fire in his tone,
The Devil came to battle — but Johnny stood alone.
He plays for glory, not for gold or fame,
And every note he bends still scorches Satan’s name!
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Outro (spoken):
So if you hear a fiddle cry beneath the Georgia moon,
Remember who still owns the stage… and plays the Devil’s tune.
Robert Ramage 
