Tying Knots in the Devil’s Tail

Michael Martin Murphey - Pop
Tying Knots in the Devil’s Tail
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Duration: 3:07
Lyrics
Oh way up high in the Sierra 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 runnin' irons And maybe a dog or two And they allowed their brand on every long-eared calf That come within their view Now many a long-eared dogie That didn't push [brush?] 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 seegar down "I'm tired of this cow-ography Cowpiography And I allows I'm goin' to town." Well they saddled their ponies, and they struck 'em a lope And how them boys did ride And them was the days that an old cowboy Could oil up his old insides Well they started out at the Kentucky Bar At the head of the Whiskey Row And they wound up down at the Depot House About forty drinks below Well they set 'em 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 packin' a pretty good load When who should they meet but the Devil himself Come prancin' down the road Well the devil said, "You ornery skunks You'd better hunt your hole '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 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 Jiggs was a riata man With his rawhide coiled up neat He shook it out, he built him a loop And he lashed the Devil's hind feet! Well they stretched him out, and they tailed him down And the 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 hell of a wail It's just the Devil a-bellerin' about The knots tied in his tail!
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- Gail Gardner