The devil got on topixKY sold its soul to the Devil when it allowed the Left to take over state
The dead birds are just a sign of things to come
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 bird thread
that kept going on hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy, let me tell you what"
"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a bird lover, too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now, you've got a fine bird, boy, but give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I bot one better than you"
The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret
'Cause I've got the best that's ever been"
Johnny, rosin up your crow and train your birdie hard
'Cause hell's broke loose on topix and the devil deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny birdhouse made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his cage and he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his crow
And he pulled the crow across the place and it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somethin' like this....
When the devil finished, Johnny said
"Well, you're pretty good, old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done"
Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run
The devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny, does your bird bite? No, child, no
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden birdhouse on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again
'Cause I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been"