text:  You didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too. And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. Now, you play pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due. I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, because I think I'm better than you. Boy, I said, my name's Johnny, and it might be a sin, but I'll take your bet, and you're going to regret, because I'm the best there's ever been. Johnny, you're rousing up your poet-player fiddle hard. Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals with dogs. And if you and your