โหลดเพลง mp3 Tying Knots in the Devil's Tail - Michael Martin Murphey

Tying Konts In The Devil's Tai - Michael Martin Murphey
Way high up in the Sierry Peaks
Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall
Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs
Had a round-up camp last fall
They'd taken their ponies and their running irons
Maybe a dog or two
And they lowed thy'd brand every long-eared calf
That came within their view
Now many a long-eared doggie
That didn't push up by day
Had his old ears whittled and his old hide sizzled
In a most artistic way
Now Sandy Bob he said one day
As he throwed his cigar down
I'm tired of this cowography
And I allows I'm a going into town

Well they saddled their ponies up and they struckem a lope
And how them boys could ride
And them was the days that a ol cowboy
Could oil up his whole inside
Well they started out at the Kentucky Bar
At the head of the Whisky Row
And they wound down at the Depot House
About forty drinks below
Well they setem up and they turned 'em around
And they went the other way
And I swear the God-forsaken truth
Them boys got drunk that day
They mounted up and they headed to camp
And they was packing a pretty good load
When who should they meet
But the Devil himself
Come prancing down the road

Well the devil says You ornery skunks
You better hunt your holes
Cause I'm the Devil from Hell's rim rock
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 souls
You're gonna have a helluva fight
He swung his rope and he swung it straight
And he also swung it true
He caught the Devil by both his horns
And taken his dallies too
Now Buster Jigg was a reata man
With his rawhide coiled up neat
He shook it out and he built him a loop
And he latched the Devils hind feet

Well they stretches him out and they tails him down
While the running-irons were getting hot
And they cropped and swallow-forked his ears
And they branded him up a lot
And left there here pick night black jack cold
But for this life to a little pin oak
Tied ten knots in his tail for a joke
Now when you're high in the Sierry Peaks
And you hear one hell of a wail
It's just the Devil himself
Yelling bout them knots in his tail