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Two riders came from Georgia
They were looking for singletrack to steal

And they was in a bind
'Cause they was way behind

And was willin' to make a deal.

When they came upon this young man riding

a bike and riding' it hot
they jumped up on a cedar
stump and said,



"Boy let me tell you what:

I bet you didn't know it
but we're riders too,


And if you care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you ride a pretty good bike boy
But give the riders their due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you."

The boy said, "My name's Jonnyshoreboy
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret
'Cause I'm they best that's ever been."

Johnnyshoreboy you rosin up your drivetrain and ride your
bike hard 'Cause hell's broke loose with the Georgians
And they deal the cards
And if you win you get this shiny bike made of gold
But if you lose they get your soul.

The Georgians sat upon their bikes and they said,
"I'll start this show."
And fire flew from their toes

As they rosined up their bikes
And they turned their cranks
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

When they finished Johnnyshoreboy said,
"Well you're pretty good ol' son!
But sit down in that bike right there
And let me show you how it's done!"

Fire on the mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no

The Georgians bowed their heads
Because they knew that they'd been beat,
And they laid that golden bike
On the ground at Johnnyshoreboy's feet
Johnnyshoreboy said, "Georgians, just come on back
if you ever wanna try again.
I done told you once,
I'm the best that's ever been!"

they played:
Fire on tthey mountain, run boys run
Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chickens in the breadpan, picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no.

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