Tying Knots In The Devils Tail Cifras

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Way high up in The Sierra Peaks
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Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall
 
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jinks
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Had a round-up camp last fall
 
[Verse 2]
 
They'd took their horses and their running irons
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and maybe a dog or two
 
'lowed they'd brand all the long-eared calves
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That came within their view
 
[Verse 3]
 
Well many a long-eared dogie
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That didn't hush up by day
 
Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
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In a most artistic way
 
[Verse 4]
 
Then one fine day, said Buster Jinks
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As he throwed his seago down
 
"I'm tired of cowpiography
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And as allows I'm a goin' to town."
 
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They saddles 'er up and hits for the road
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And it warn't no sign of a ride
 
For them was the days that an old cowhand
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Could oil up his insides
 
[Verse 7]
 
They started at a Kentucky Bar
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At the head of Whiskey Row
 
They winds 'er up the Depot House
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Some forty drinks below
 
[Verse 8]
 
They sets 'er up and turns 'er around
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And goes the other way
 
I'll tell you the Lords-forsaken truth
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Them boys got drunk that day
 
[Verse 9]
 
As they was a headin' back to the camp
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Packin' a pretty good load
 
Well who should they meet but the Devil himself
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Come a-prancin' down the road
 
[Verse 10]
 
Now the Devil he said you coward skunks
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Had better go hunt you a hole
 
'Cause I come up from the Hell bring muck
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To gather in your souls
 
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Said Buster Jinks "were just from town
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Feelin' kinda tight
 
And you ain't gonna get no cowboy souls
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Without some kind of a fight."
 
[Verse 12]
 
So he punches a hole in his old throw rope
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Slings it straight and true
 
He ropes the Devil right around the horns
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And he take his slack up too
 
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Now Sandy Bob was a reita man
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With his rope all coiled up neat
 
But he shakes her out, throws out a loop
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And he ropes the Devils hind feet
 
[Verse 14]
 
Well they throwed him down on the desert ground
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While the irons was a gettin' hot
 
They cropped his horns, loped off his ears
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And branded him up a lot
 
[Verse 15]
 
They pruned him up with a dehornin' saw
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And knotted his tail for a joke
 
Rode off and left him bellerin' there
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Necked up to a live Jack oak
 
[Verse 16]
 
Well if you're up in the Sierra Peaks
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And you hear one awful wail
 
You'll know it ain't nothin' but the Devil himself
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.......Raisin' hell 'bout them knots in his tail
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