The night the devil went down to Georgia

...with apologies to the Charlie Daniels Band...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sh7BZf7D5Bw
I couldn't resist...

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for some votes to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a steal.

When he came across this old man countin’ up some some votes and sayin’ he lost
And the devil jumped up on a telephone call
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"

"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a countin’ man too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you make a pretty good countup, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a throne of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I count better than you."

The man said, "my name's Brad R. and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret
'Cause my count’s the best there's ever been"

“Brad R, round up your votes and add your ballots up
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get this shiny throne made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul

The devil opened up his mouth and he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his flappin’ lips as he heaved up his lies
And he pulled a sneer across his mouth
And he made a evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

When the devil finished, Brad R said, "well, you're pretty good, ol' son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done"

"Fire on the Mountain" run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Donnie, 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 throne on the ground at Brad R’s feet

Brad R 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"

He played "Fire on the Mountain" run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
The chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Donnie, will your dog bite? No child, no