 Here, take a dare, I'll just make a bet with you. Now, you play pretty good fiddle, boy, but this stupid devil is you. I bet this fiddle of gold will eat your soul. Let's think I'm better than you. If it wasn't my name, Johnny, it might be a sin. I'm going to take that bet you're going with Greg, because I'm the best it's ever been. Johnny, you cross it up, you're bold, play your fiddle hard. Cross hells for peace in Georgia, and the devil gives you cards. If you and you get the shiny fiddle made of gold, if you lose the devil, it's your soul.