The devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man.
It rained all night in Frisco and my sleeping bag got soaked. I woke up this morning, I was cold and wet and broke. I lit up my last cigarette at the California line.
The devil went down to Georgia. He was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind. Cause he was way behind. And he was willin' to make a deal. . When he came across this young man.