The devil went down to Georgia,
I think he’s after me,
I seem to feel his presence here,
Along the Chattahoochee.
Begone, you sleazy, fallen one,
Plunge to the depths of hell,
You’re making one big fool mistake,
Messing with this Southern belle!
Keep your sights off me, Satan,
My soul is not for sale!
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