Chords for Blues Traveler - Devil Went Down To Georgia

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_ _ _ The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a fight, because he was way behind and he was willing to make it.
_ He came across this young boy, saw him on the fiddle, he was hot, and the devil jumped
up on a hippo and stomped his little boy on the tail once.
In case you didn't know it, I'm a fiddle player too, and if you care to take a dare, I'd make
a bet with you.
You're a pretty good old son, but won't [D] you give the devil his due?
[Dm] I got a fiddle of gold against your soul, so [E] I think I'll bet with [Dm] you.
Well, the boy said, my name's Johnny, and it might be a sin, but I'll take your bet,
you're going to regret it, because I'm the best that you've ever been.
Johnny, you're riding out there, [C] balling, and you're getting hard.
[Gm] You're a world-leading [E] joker, and the [D] devil's in your [Dm] heart.
If you win, you get [C] your share, and you'll be made a god, [A] lord.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.
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[E] _ _ _ [Dm] _ The devil opened up his cage, and he said, I'll start the show.
_ Fire proof your fingers, if you rub another's bow.
And he pulled that bow across the strings, and it made an evil hiss. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ devil said, you're a pretty good old son, but just sit right back in that chair right
there, let me show you [D] how it's done.
Play the whine, and I'll run, boys, run.
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_ _ _ [C] _ up to the dog, and I don't know. _
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The devil bowed his head, and he _ _ _ laid that golden pillow on the ground, and he said, _ _
hey, come on back if you ever want to try again, because I'm going to tell you once
you son of a bitch how the best that you've ever been.
[D] He played the whine, and I'll run, boys, run.
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_ _ _ _ _ He [D] ran up to the dog, and I don't know.
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Chandler Kinshlaw, Brennan Hill. _ _ _ _
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