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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/CQRroad 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