| 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
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| 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
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| feet
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| Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin'
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| 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 |