Tie A Knot In The Devil's Tail

Chris LeDoux

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    Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
    Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup 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 within 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
    [ harmonica ]
    So they saddles up and they hits 'em a lope for it weren't no sign of a ride
    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
    [ guitar ]
    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
    [ harmonica ]
    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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    Composición: Chris Doux Le y Chris Mpca Ledoux

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