 The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said, devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again. Because I've told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been. He played fire on the mountain, run, boy, run. Devil's in the house of the rising sun. Chicken in the breadpan, a-picking out dough. Ready for your dog fight, no child, no.