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Chris LeDouxTie A Knot In The Devil`s Tail

Way up high in the Sierra peaksWhere the yellow jack pines grow tallOld Sandy Bob and Buster JiggsHad a roundup camp last fallOh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' ironsAnd may be a dog or twoAnd they swore they'd brand all long ear calvesThat came within their viewAnd any old doggie that flapped long earsAnd didn't brush up by dayGot his long ears whittled, and his old hat scorchedIn a most artistic wayNow one fine day old Sandy BobHe throwed his easy go downWell, I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hairAnd allows I'm a goin' to townSo they saddles up and they hits 'em a lopeFor it weren't no sign of a rideAnd then was the days when a buckarooCould oil up his insidesOh, they starts her off at Kentucky barAt the head of a whiskey rowAnd they winds up down by the depot houseSome forty drinks belowAnd then sets up and turns aroundAnd goes her the other wayAnd to tell you the God forsaken truthThem boys got stewed that dayAs they was a ridin' back to campA packin' a pretty good loadWell, who should they meet but the Devil himselfA prancin' down the roadSays he, "You ornery cowboy skunksYou better hunt your holesFor I've come up from Hell's Rim RockTo gather in your souls"Says Sandy Bob, "Old devil be damnedWe boys is kinda tightAnd ya ain't gonna get no cowboy soulsWithout one hell of a fight"So Snady Bob punched a hole in his ropeAnd he swang her straight and trueAnd he lapped it onto the Devils' hornsAnd he taken his dallies tooNow Buster Jiggs was a Reata manWith his gut line coiled up neatSo he shakes her out and he built him a loopAnd he lassoed up the Devil's hind feetWell, they stretched him out and they tailed him downWhile the iron was gettin' hotAnd they cropped and swallow forked both his earsAnd they branded him up a lotThey pruned him up with a dehorning sawAnd they knotted his tail for a jokeThey then rode off and left him thereNeck to a blackjack oakSo if your ever up high in the Sierra peaksAnd you hear one hell of a wailYou'll know it's that Devil a bellerin' about themKnots tied in his tail
Way up high in the Sierra peaksWhere the yellow jack pines grow tallOld Sandy Bob and Buster JiggsHad a roundup camp last fallOh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' ironsAnd may be a dog or twoAnd they swore they'd brand all long ear calvesThat came within their viewAnd any old doggie that flapped long earsAnd didn't brush up by dayGot his long ears whittled, and his old hat scorchedIn a most artistic wayNow one fine day old Sandy BobHe throwed his easy go downWell, I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hairAnd allows I'm a goin' to townSo they saddles up and they hits 'em a lopeFor it weren't no sign of a rideAnd then was the days when a buckarooCould oil up his insidesOh, they starts her off at Kentucky barAt the head of a whiskey rowAnd they winds up down by the depot houseSome forty drinks belowAnd then sets up and turns aroundAnd goes her the other wayAnd to tell you the God forsaken truthThem boys got stewed that dayAs they was a ridin' back to campA packin' a pretty good loadWell, who should they meet but the Devil himselfA prancin' down the roadSays he, "You ornery cowboy skunksYou better hunt your holesFor I've come up from Hell's Rim RockTo gather in your souls"Says Sandy Bob, "Old devil be damnedWe boys is kinda tightAnd ya ain't gonna get no cowboy soulsWithout one hell of a fight"So Snady Bob punched a hole in his ropeAnd he swang her straight and trueAnd he lapped it onto the Devils' hornsAnd he taken his dallies tooNow Buster Jiggs was a Reata manWith his gut line coiled up neatSo he shakes her out and he built him a loopAnd he lassoed up the Devil's hind feetWell, they stretched him out and they tailed him downWhile the iron was gettin' hotAnd they cropped and swallow forked both his earsAnd they branded him up a lotThey pruned him up with a dehorning sawAnd they knotted his tail for a jokeThey then rode off and left him thereNeck to a blackjack oakSo if your ever up high in the Sierra peaksAnd you hear one hell of a wailYou'll know it's that Devil a bellerin' about themKnots tied in his tail

Chris LeDoux ค้นหา: Chris LeDoux