The devil went down to Scunthorpe, looking for a soul to steal
In a bind an' way behind he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man pickin' on a guitar, playing it hot
An'
An' the devil jumped on a hickory stump an' said 'I'll tell ya what'
I guess you didn't know it, I'm a guitar player too
And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a real good guitar boy, but give the devil his due
I'll bet a guitar of gold to get your soul 'cause i think i'm better
Than you
The boy said my name's Johnny, it might be a sin, i'll take your bet
You're gonna regret, I'm the best I've ever been
Johnny risen up your pick an' play your guitar hard
'cause hell's broke loose in Scunthorpe an' the devil deals the cards
Now if you win you'll get this shinny guitar made of gold
But if you loose the devil gets your soul!
GUITAR BIT
The devil opened up his case and said 'i'll start this gig'
And fire flew from his finger tips as he risened up his pick
He strummed the pick across the strings it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing like this
GUITAR BIT
When the devil finished Johnny said 'You're pretty good ol' son
But sit down in that chair right there let me show you how it's done!'

CHORUS:
Fire on the mountain run boy's run!
Devil's in the house of the risen sun!
Chicken in the bread pan picken out dough!
Ready says you don't fight, no child, no!
Let's go!
GUITAR BIT
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden guitar on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said 'devil come on back if you ever want to try again
And I told you once you son of a bitch i'm the best I've ever been!'
CHORUS...(guitar bit)