Of how different my life was
Now machines control the people,
and the people shoot at kids
Yeah, Johnny, oh, Johnny,
The devil's broke out of Georgia
and he's feasting on our souls
There's fire on the mountain
and the flames are closing in
So run, get your fiddle bow
and send him to hell again
Yeah, I know redemption cometh,
Can't you see it in our faces?
Can't you hear it in our songs?
Yeah, we're holding on to hope,
but we're hanging by a thread
and crush that serpent head?
Yeah, Johnny, oh, Johnny,
The devil's broke out of Georgia
(Devil's broke out of Georgia)
and he's feasting on our souls
There's fire on the mountain
and the flames are closing in
So run, get your fiddle bow
and send him to hell again
The chicken in a bread pan
"Granny, does your dog bite
And there's fire on the mountain
and the flames are closing in
and send him to hell again
There's fire on the mountain,
Yeah, the devil's in the house