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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Johnny took that back road south
With a grin and a bruised-up brow
Pocket full of bad-old luck
And a match struck up on a rusted truck
He said, “I’m not here to kneel”
Tapped that toe in a crooked heel
At the edge where the dry wind stops
He heard that laugh from a blacked-out drop
[Pre-Chorus]
Smoke in the mesquite air
Bootprints lead him there
One bad bet, one long stare
And the night got mean somewhere
[Chorus]
Johnny went to hell
Johnny went to hell
Took his last hard spin
And the ground gave way again
Johnny went to hell
Johnny went to hell
Lord, he heard them bells
When Johnny went to hell
[Verse 2]
Sulfur on a gold-dust floor
Red-eyed shadows by the door
A crooked grin, a crooked tune
Fiddle crying in the gloom
He struck that bow, he struck it loud
Made that fiery crowd lean down
Every note came sharp as wire
Like a prayer kicked clean through fire
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up high in the heat
No room left for retreat
One more song, one more fight
Then the dark swallowed the night
[Chorus]
Johnny went to hell
Johnny went to hell
Took his last hard spin
And the ground gave way again
Johnny went to hell
Johnny went to hell
Lord, he heard them bells
When Johnny went to hell
[Bridge]
But the devil lost his smile
When that fiddle ran wild
Johnny laughed through the smoke
Said, “I ain’t done, I’m still broke”
Then the floor lit up red
And the whole room shook its head
He played one line too mean
And vanished in the steam
[Final Chorus]
Johnny went to hell
Johnny went to hell
Took his last hard spin
And the ground gave way again
Johnny went to hell
Johnny went to hell
Lord, he heard them bells
When Johnny went to hell
Details
GeneratedJun 20, 2026
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rock with fiddle-led riffs and a swaggering two-step groove; verse rides dusty acoustic strums and a sawed violin, pre-chorus tightens with handclaps and bass walk, chorus opens with harmony vocals and a sharp fiddle answer. Add short delay throws on the hook word, porch-stomp gang shouts, and a bridge that strips to fiddle and voice before the final lift. Bright, gritty mix with twang and bite., country
Credits
Prompt bysomething_new
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Let’s make a second part two to devil went down to Georgia and this time let it be titled Johnny went to hell, keep the fiddle in the music with a little bit of country twang
