[Charlie Daniels, speaking]
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The devil went down to Georgia,
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He was looking for a soul to steal.
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He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind:
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He was willin' to make a deal.
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When he came across this young man blowin' on a harmonica
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And playin' it hot.
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And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump
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And said: "Boy let me tell you what:
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"I bet you didn't know it,
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But I'm a harmonica player too.
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And if you'd care to take a dare,
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I'll make a bet with you.
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Now you play a pretty good mouth harp, boy,
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But give the devil his due:
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I bet a harp of gold against your soul,
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'Cause I think I'm better than you."
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The boy said:
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[Alvin, speaking]
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"My name's Alvin and it might be a sin,
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"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret,
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'cause I'm the best that's ever been."
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[Simon and Theodore]
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Alvin pucker up your lips and blow your harp real hard,
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'Cause alls broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards.
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And if you win you get this shiny mouth harp made of gold.
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But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.
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[Simon, speaking; shocked]
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He gets your soul, Alvin?!
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[Alvin, speaking; nervously]
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Well, actually… Um… He gets yours too.
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[Simon and Theodore; shouting]
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What!?
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[Alvin, speaking]
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Well… Uh… I uh… I bet on all three of us…
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[Simon and Theodore speaking; shocked]
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(gasp) How could you!?
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[Alvin, speaking; strangled]
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If you take… your hands off my throat… I'll tell you! (coughs; speech is normal) I think (coughs again) I can beat him.
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[Simon, speaking; angrily]
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You THINK you can beat him? Alvin, he's the (voice cracks) Devil!
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[Alvin, speaking]
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Trust me!
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[Charlie, speaking]
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The devil opened up his case,
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And he said: "I'll start this show."
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And fire flew from his fingertips as he puckered up to blow.
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And he pulled the harp across his lips,
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And it made an evil hiss.
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Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this:
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[Instrumental]
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[Alvin, speaking; nervously]
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Oh brother. He's ahem…(coughs) Better than I thought.
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[Simon, speaking; angrily, voice cracking]
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You idiot! Give me that harmonica!
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[Simon attempts to play a few weak and struggled notes]
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[Alvin, speaking; still nervous]
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D-Don't panic, Simon. Let me handle this.
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[Chipmunks]
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Fire on the mountain,
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Run boys, run.
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The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
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Chicken in the bread pan,
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Pickin' out dough.
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Granny, does your dog bite?
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No, child, no.
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[Alvin's harmonica instrumental]
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[Charlie, speaking]
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The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
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He laid that golden mouth harp on the ground at Alvin's feet.
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Alvin said:
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[Alvin, speaking]
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"Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
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I done told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."
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[Chipmunks]
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Fire on the mountain,
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Run boys, run.
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The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
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Chicken in the bread pan,
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Pickin' out dough.
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Granny, does your dog bite?
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No, child, no.
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[Alvin, speaking]
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Care for a rematch, buster?
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[Simon, speaking]
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Alvin, don't push it!
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[Alvin, speaking]
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Come on, hot stuff! Double or nothin'!
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[Simon and Theodore; speaking]
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Alvin!
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[Alvin, speaking]
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What'sa matter, sparky? Lost the old flame?
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[Simon and Theodore; shouting]
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ALVIN!
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The Devil Went Down To Georgia
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| Alvin And The Chipmunks |
