I was thinkin' to myself this mornin', watchin' my boys playOf how different my life was when I was their ageNow machines control the people, and the people shoot at kidsI shudder to think about what the next thing isYeah, Johnny, oh, Johnny, where did you go?The devil's broke out of Georgia and he's feastin' on our soulsThere's fire on the mountain and the flames are closin' inSo run, get your fiddle bow and send him to hell againYeah, back to hell againOh, whoa, whoa-ohOh, whoa, whoa-ohYeah, I know redemption cometh, it's takin' way too longCan't you see it in our faces? Can't you hear it in our songs?Yeah, we're holdin' on to hope, but we're hangin' by a threadWon't you put on your rattlesnake boot and crush that serpent head?Yeah, Johnny, oh, Johnny, where did you go?The devil's broke out of Georgia and he's feastin' on our soulsThere's fire on the mountain and the flames are closin' inSo run, get your fiddle bow and send him to hell againYeah, back to hell again(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)The chicken in a bread pan pickin' out bits"Granny, does your dog bite these days?" "Yes" (oh)"Child, yes"And there's fire on the mountain and the flames are closin' inRun, get your fiddle bow and send him to hell againYeah, back to hell again (oh, whoa, whoa-oh)Back to hell again (oh, whoa, whoa-oh)Fire on the mountain(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)There's fire on the mountain, run, boys, runYeah, the devil's in the house of the risin' sunWaitin' on me to fix tires onlyJust a little bit of seats downtownGot my buddy in the back and he's making me dirtyI'm running out of seats
