| Well, it was way high up in the Sierry Petes
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| Where the yellow pines grow tall
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| Rusty Diggs and Sandy Sam
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| Had a round-up camp last fall
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| They had their ponies and their running irons
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| And maybe a dog or two
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| And they 'lowed they’d brand every lop-eared calf
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| That came within their view
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| Well many a lop-eared dogie
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| If he didn’t hush up by day
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| Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
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| In a most artistic way
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| Then says Rusty Diggs to Sandy Sam
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| As he throwed his sigil down
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| «I'm tired of cowboy-ography
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| «And I figures I’ll go to town»
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| They starts her in at the Kentucky Bar
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| At the head of the Whisky Row
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| And they winds her up at the Depot House
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| And forty drinks below
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| Then he winds her up and they turns her 'round
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| And they goes her the other way
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| Tell you the Lord-forsaken truth
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| Them boys got drunk that day
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| Well, they was a-headin' back to camp
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| And a-packin' a mighty good load
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| Who should they meet but the Devil himself
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| Come prancin' down the road?
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| And the Devil he said, «You cowboy skunks
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| «You better go hunt your hole
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| «'Cause I’ve come up from the Hell’s rim rock
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| «To gather in your souls»
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| Says Rusty Jiggs to the Devil
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| «Though I know we’re tight
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| «No devil ever took no cowpunch
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| «Without one kind of a fight»
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| So Rusty Jiggs punched a hole in his rope
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| He swang it straight and true
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| He lassoed it onto the devil’s horns
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| And he’s takin' his dallies true
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| Now Sandy Sam was a reata man
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| With his gut line coiled up neat
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| So he shakes her out and he builds him a loop
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| And he lassoed the Devil’s hind feet
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| They stretched him out, they tailed him down
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| While the irons was a-gettin' hot
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| They cropped and swallow-forked his ears
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| And they branded him up a lot
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| Well they pruned him up with a dehorning saw
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| Tied knots in his tail for a joke
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| Then they rode off and left him there
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| Necked up to a black-jack oak
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| So if you’re ever up in the Sierry Petes
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| And you hear one hell of a wail
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| Know it’s that Devil a-bellowin' around
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| About them knots in his tail
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| You’ll know it’s that Devil a-bellowin' around
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| About them knots in his tail |