Lyrics:
a little 'Devil Went Down to Georgia'
"Rest that trav'lin' soul, looks like the road was long
"Welcome to Southern Babylon"
Had to pull myself together
like the stories told
These sheets of ice have hardened her soul
How could sleeping with the devil be so cold
Years went by the kids got grown they
gave it to Mr. Brown
And Charlie got him a fiddle
Before the devil went down
Streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in
I went down to the Church in the valley
Shaddam-dah-shaddam-do
Told the Reverend John about my girl Sally
Shaddam-dah-shaddam-do
And as me made
I went down to the Church in the valley
Shaddam-dah-shaddam-do
Told the Reverend John about my girl Sally
Shaddam-dah-shaddam-do
And as me made
a distance
She came running, hugged him and screaming
She start crying, Litha told her, "we leaving"
A black ride went by, windows tinted
They rolled down
Oh my friend he was a gambler
Broken down by idle hands
And he came on down to Georgia
Tried to be a better man
Now his girl's gone up and left him
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
Ha
Wind is blowing
In my face
Take my thoughts
All away
Nature flies by
But i'm gonna stay
Pull the gas
And ride away
Like a Devil
Cause noithing
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
In the interest of democracy repressive action were taken
In order to preserve democracy, repressive action were taken
Well we went down to Georgia
word loosely
Two days went by
She quiet as a church mouse
I had to learn about her whereabouts through social media
Coz every greeting was followed by
stop
The devil went down to Georgia but I met him in California
And we poured up a couple of bourbons and I told him I'm coming for the soul I sold him
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said you don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains down
South of Selma by the railroad tracks
On the way down to 701
There's a road they call Devil's Racetrack
I sold my soul in my 351
Put my Torino up
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains
sippin sake
But for now I'm frontline steppin
You can drop the locay!
Bust out the fiddle
On our way to Georgia like the devil
No riddle
Six strings
Heavy
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
my eyes
When I finally realized that the devil tells nothing but lies
I looked up at the sky with tears in my eyes
He stood by my side he never gave up
facts
So when do you become this street legend?
You went to the smartest
School in Philadelphia
Now I'm not down playin' on
Him that his books straight
done told you, just about my love.
My money ‘s all gone, my love flew ‘way like a Georgia dove.
If you want it in Chicago, your poor little neck ‘s down
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in red
Rind County Watermelon
(Buddy Brock/Zack Turner)
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
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