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Johnny rosin' up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards. And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold, but if you lose the devil gets your soul. The devil opened up his case and he said 'I'll start this show' and fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made a evil hiss. And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.