Watching all the BS going on inspired me to have a little fun with an old classic. Has anyone else been inspired to do the same? Enjoy and feel free to share it on other social media because I hate Twitter, Facebook, and the rest.
“The Devil Went Down Georgia”
The Devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin’ for a some votes to steal.
He was in a bind ‘cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal.
When he came across this young man drawin’ on a ballot until it was hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said, “Boy, let me tell you what.”
“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a ballot forger, too.
And if you’d care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you.
Now you forge a pretty good ballot, boy, but give the Devil his due.
I’ll bet a ballot of gold against your soul 'cause I think I’m better than you.”
The boy said, “My name’s Johnny, and it might be a sin,
But I’ll take your bet; you’re gonna regret 'cause I’m the best there’s ever been.”
Johnny, sharpen up your pencil and forge that ballot hard.
'Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny ballot made of gold,
But if you lose the Devil gets your soul.
The Devil felt he had made his case and he said, “I’ll start this show.”
And fire flew from his forgery pen as he filled them in just like a pro. And he forged that ballot so damn good that it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it looked something like this.
When the Devil finished, Johnny said, “Well, you’re pretty good, old son,
But sit down in that chair right there, let me show you how it’s done.”
“Fire in the ballot box so”. Run, boys, run!
The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat.
And he laid that golden ballot on the ground at Johnny’s feet.
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back, if you ever wanna try again,
I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been.”
And he played:
“Fire on the Mountain”. Run, boys, run!
Devil’s in the house of the rising sun;
The chicken in the bread pan picking out dough.