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tyin knots in devils tail Michael Martin Murphey
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # bmission Tyin' Knots In The Devil's Tail Traditional Cowboy Song Recorded By Michael Martin Murphey Tyin' Knots In The Devil's Tail D Away up high in the Sierra Peaks, A7 where the yellow jack pines grow tall D Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a round-up camp that fall They'd taken their ponies and their runnin' irons A7 and maybe a dog or two And they allowed their brand on every long-eared calf D that came within their view Now many a long-eared doggie, that didn't brush up by day, had his old ears whittled and his old hide fiddled in a most artistic way Now Sandy Bob, he said one day, as he throwed his cigar down I'm tired of this cow-ography, and I allows I'm goin' to town Instrumental break Well they saddled their ponies and they struck up a lope and how them boys could ride And them was the days that an old cowboy could oil up his old insides Well, they started out in the Kentucky Bar, at the head of Whiskey Row And they wound up down at the Depot House about forty drinks below Well, they set 'em up and they turned around, and they went the other way And I'll swear the God-forsaken truth, them boys got drunk that day They mounted up and they headed for camp, and they was a-packin' a heavy load When who should they meet but the devil himself, come prancin' down the road Instrumental break Well the devil said "You ornery skunks, you better hunt your holes 'Cause I'm the Devil from Hell's rimrock, come to gather in your souls" Sandy Bob said "Devil be damned, we may be a little bit tight. But before you gather any cowboy's souls, you're gonna have a helluva fight" He swung his loop and he swung it straight and he also swung it true He caught the devil by both his horns and taken his dally too Now Buster Jiggs was a reata man with his rawhide coiled up neat He shook it out, built him a loop and lassoed the devil's hind feet Instrumental break Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while their irons was a-gettin' hot They cropped and swallow-forked his ears and they branded him up a lot And they left him there in the Sierra peaks, next to a Blackjack Oak But before they left, they tied some knots in his tail just for a joke So if you're ever up there in the Sierra Peaks and you hear one helluva wail It's just the devil a-yellin' about them knots tied in his tail Instrumental finish
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