The Devil’s Great Grandson

Lyrics
Old Skyball Paint was the devil's saint His eyes were a fiery red Good men have tried this horse to ride And all of them are dead Now I won't brag but I rode this nag Till his blood began to boil Then I hit the ground and ate three pound Of good old western soil Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun I swore by heck I'd break his neck for the jolt he gave my pride I threw my noosе on that old cayuse and once more took a ridе He turned around and soon I found his tail where his head should be So says says I Perhaps he's shy or he just don't care for me Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun In town you see just to have a spree when I meets old Sheriff Jim With fistic fun and my big six-gun I buys the town from him For a whoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar Then I ask for a bill of sale But my face turned red when the contract said just thirty days in jail Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun Where the greasewood bats wear Stetson hats and the bad men all run free Where they sold the jail at a bargain sale That's the land for me Where the desert ants wear buckskin pants and help me rule the land With the ants and the bats and my two gats I'll rule with an iron hand Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad I'm the devil's great grandson And I'm doin' my best to tame the west With my great big forty-four gun
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Credits
- Writers
- Bob Nolan