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Way up high in the Sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall |
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Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs had a roundup camp last fall |
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Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons and may be a dog or two |
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And they swore they'd brand all long ear calves that came within their view |
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And any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day |
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Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way |
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Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he throwed his easy go down |
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Well I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hair and allows I'm a goin' to town |
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So they saddles up and they hits 'em a lope for it weren't no sign of a ride |
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And them was the days when a buckaroo could oil up his insides |
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Oh they starts her off at Kentucky Bar at the head of a whiskey row |
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And they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below |
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And then sets up and turns around and goes her the other way |
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And to tell you the god forsaken truth them boys got stewed that day |
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As they was a ridin' back to camp a packin' a pretty good load |
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Well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin' down the road |
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Say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes |
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For I've come up from hells Rim Rock to gather in your souls |
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Says Sandy Bob old devil be damned we boys is kinda tight |
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And ya ain't gonna get no cowboy souls without one hell of a fight |
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So Snady Bob punched a hole in his rope and he swang her straight and true |
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And he lapped it onto the devils' horns and he taken his dallies too |
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Now Buster Jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat |
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So he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he lassoed up the devil's hind feet |
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Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin' hot |
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And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot |
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They pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke |
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And then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak |
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So if your ever up high in the Sierra peaks and you hear one hell of a wail |
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You'll know it's that devil a bellerin' about them knots tied in his tail |
