The Devil Comes Back To Georgia Lyrics Chords

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_ _ _ _ It's been ten long years since the devil laid his fiddle at Johnny's feet, and it burned
inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat.
In the darkest pits of hell, the devil hatched an evil plan to tempt the fiddle player, for
he's just [Bm] a mortal man.
The [D] sinner cried, the devil cried, what will do you in?
I thought we had this settled.
I'm [Dm] the best that's ever been.
_ Johnny, did you ever know that [C] time keeps marching on?
The [G] coldest hour is the one that comes [Dm] just before the dawn.
The devil's back in Georgia, will you stand [Gm] up to the test?
[A] Or will you let the devil feed the pest?
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ Truth is, I haven't played much since the baby came in June, but give me half a minute
and I'll get this fiddle back in June. _
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The devil grabbed the golden fiddle out of Johnny's hand and said, well I'm the fiddle
player underground, but how long?
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[D] Y'all better just be turning back if you want this boy to win, cause practice is the only
cure for the predicament he's in.
Now devil, it would be a sin for you to get my boat, so you go on back to hell to the
[A] woodshed I will go.
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[Dm] Johnny, are you practicing, or [C] will your hands grow cold?
The devil walks the [G] land and plays the [Dm] fiddle made of gold.
Can you hear the baby crying?
Will [Gm] he ever know?
[A] The devil wants his daddy's very _
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_ _ _ _ _ Before we play, I want to thank you for letting [Em] God's own word ring true.
He said [E] you can't be trusted.
Yeah, so what you gonna do?
Well, you can get your fiddle, devil, if you think that you [B] can win.
[E] Cause I beat you once, you old [Em] dog, and I can whip your [Bm] butt again.
[E] Johnny Brown's dream of the devil is red. _ _
_ [D] My little baby loves shortening bread. _
_ _ [E] Devil's dream is that he can win.
_ _ But [D] Johnny is the best there's ever been.
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