Rusty Jiggs & Sandy Sam
(Tyin' Knots in the Devil's Tail)
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|G / / / |G / D / | It was way high up in the Sierry Petes where the yellow pines grow tall, D / / / |D / G / | Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam had a roundup camp last fall.

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Oh, they had their ponies and their runnin' irons and may be a dog or two, And they 'vowed they'd brand every lop eared calf to come within their view.

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And many a lop eared doggie that didn't hush up by day, Had his long horns whittled and his old hide scorched in a most artistic way.

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Says Rusty Jiggs to Sandy Sam he throwed Seago down, "I'm tired of cowpyrography and I figures I'll go to town".

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So they saddles up and they hits 'em a lope for it weren't no side of a ride, And them was the days when a old cowpuncher could oil up his old insides.

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>Well they starts her at the Kentucky Bar at the head of the whiskey row, And they ends her up at the depot house some forty drinks below.

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Then they winds her up and turns around and goes the other way, And to tell you the Lord's forsaken truth them boys got drunk that day.

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As they was ‘headin' back to camp a packin' a mighty good load, Who should they meet but the devil himself come prancin' down the road.

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The Devil he says "you cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes, 'cos I've come up from hells rim rocks to gather in your souls".

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Says Rusty Jiggs to the devil "though I know we're tight, No devil ever took an old cowpuncher without one kind of a fight".

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So he punched a hole in his old throw rope and he throwed it straight and true, Caught devil round the horns, took his dallies too.

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Now Sandy Sam was a reata man with his line coiled nice and neat, So he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he caught the devil's hind feet.

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Well they throwed him down on the desert ground while the iron was a-gettin' hot, And they cropped and swallow forked his ears and they branded him up, the lot.

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They pruned him up with a dehorning saw, tied knots in his tail for a joke, Rode off and left him bellowing there tied up to a yellah jack oak.

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Now if your ever up in the Sierry Petes and you hear one hell of a wail, You'll know it's nothing but the devil himself raisin' hell about the knots in his tail.


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