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Tie A Knot In The Devil's Tail
(Joe/Gaill Gardner)

Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a round-up camp last fall.
Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons and may be a dog or two,
And they swore they'd brand all long ear calves that came with-in' their view
And any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way.
Now, one fine day old Sandy Bob, he throwed his easy go down.
Well, I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hair and allows,
I'm a goin' to town.

So they saddles up and they hits 'em a lope
For it weren't no sign of rye
And them was the days when a buckaroo
Could oil up his insides
Oh, they starts her off at Kentucky Bar
At the head of a whiskey row
And they winds up down at the depot house
Some forty drinks below
And then sets up and turns around
And goes her the other way
And to tell you the god forsaken truth
Them boys got stewed that day
As they was a ridin' back to camp
A packin' a pretty good load
Well, who should they meet but the devil himself
A prancin' down the road.

Say he, "You ornery cowboy skunks
You better hunt your holes
For I've come up from hells Rim Rock
To gather in your souls."
Says Sandy Bob, "Old devil, be damned
We boys is kinda tight
And ya ain't gonna get no cowboy souls
Without one hell of a fight."
So Snady Bob punched a hole in his rope
And he swang her straight and true
And he lapped it onto the devils' horns
And he taken his dallies too
Now, Buster Jiggs was a reita man
With his gut line coiled up neat
So he shakes her out and he built him a loop
And he lassoed up the devil's hind feet.

Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down
While the iron was gettin' hot
And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears
And they branded him up a lot
They pruned him up whit a dehorning saw
And they knotted his tail for a joke
And then rode off and left him there
Neck to a blackjack oak.

So if your ever up high in the Sierra peaks
And you hear one hell of a wail
You'll know it's that devil a bellerin' about
Them knots tied in his tail.

 

 

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