[Intro - Instrumental] (Acoustic guitar, upright bass, light brushes on snare; fiddle lead and pedal steel echo) [Verse 1] Sun dips slow behind Dalton's old farm, porch light humming low, Tobacco dries in the barn where the county winds blow. Tommy Hayes sits on the step with a fiddle in his hands, Boots on the earth, he listens to the creek and the land. [Pre-Chorus] Word spread fast from the church to the cotton line, Preacher Hank shut his Bible but he stayed for the sign. Mama June wiped her hands on a worn flour sack, Said, "If he wants a soul, son, you'll have to play him back." [Chorus] Devil came back to Georgia. Tryin' to buy a soul on the county line. We took up our fiddles and we wouldn't fold — Devil came back to Georgia. [Verse 2] They built a stump stage by the old oak tree, Moon hung heavy over the rows of cotton and the creek. Folks lined the fence with mason jars and lanterns low, Children sat knee-to-knee, eyes wide for the show. [Pre-Chorus] He swaggered out like a storm with a grin cold as coal, His bow smoked like thunder, his shadow long and old. He offered bright coins and a whisper of gold, Said, "There’s a debt in your bones, boy—your heart can be sold." [Chorus] Devil came back to Georgia. Tryin' to buy a soul on the county line. We took up our fiddles and we wouldn't fold — Devil came back to Georgia. [Verse 3 - The Duel] He played like heat on a tin roof, strings spat sparks of flame, Notes that slithered through the tobacco smoke and call