RIP to Charlie Daniels Now I know you've probably heard that story About the devil going down to Georgia Where he bet Johnny for that fiddle of Gold Well it's few and far between the amount Of folks that know what happened thereafter You see in a fit of rage and aimed to seek revenge That devil packed his bags and he headed one state Over to the Heart of Dixie And somehow he wound up in the southwest part Of the Black Belt up round Monroe County And that's where he met my grandfather William Thomas Stanton But, everybody around here just called him W.T. You see now W.T. was a mean ol' cuss And I reckon that devil didn't realize what kind of pickle He put himself in that night in that pine stand Around Purdue Hill Legend has it that that devil is still buried out there somewhere But I guess we'll never know