Lyrics:
[Verse 1]Well, it was way high up in the Sierry PetesWhere the yellow pines grow tallRusty Diggs and Sandy SamHad a round-up camp last fallThey had their ponies and their running ironsAnd maybe a dog or twoAnd they 'lowed they'd brand every lop-eared calfThat came within their view[Verse 2]Well many a lop-eared dogieIf he didn't hush up by dayHad his long ears whittled and his old hide scorchedIn a most artistic wayThen says Rusty Diggs to Sandy SamAs he throwed his seago down'I'm tired of cowbiography'And I figures I'll go to town'[Verse 3]They starts her in at the Kentucky BarAt the head of the Whisky RowAnd they ends her up at the Depot HouseAnd forty drinks belowThen he winds her up and they turns her 'roundAnd they goes her the other wayTell you the Lord-forsaken truthThem boys got drunk that day[Verse 4]Well, they was a-headin' back to campAnd a-packin' a mighty good loadWho should they meet but the Devil himselfCome prancin' down the road?And the Devil he said, 'You cowboy skunks'You better go hunt your hole''Cause I've come up from the Hell's rim rock'To gather in your souls'Says Rusty Jiggs to the Devil'Though I know we're tight'No devil ever took no cowpunch'Without one kind of a fight'[Verse 5]So Rusty Jiggs punched a hole in his ropeHe swang it straight and trueHe lassoed it onto the devil's hornsAnd he's takin' his dallies trueNow Sandy Sam was a reata manWith his gut line coiled up neatSo he shakes her out and he builds him a loopAnd he lassoed the Devil's hind feetThey stretched him out, they tailed him downWhile the irons was a-gettin' hotThey cropped and swallow-forked his earsAnd they branded him up a lotWell they pruned him up with a dehorning sawTied knots in his tail for a jokeThen they rode off and left him thereNecked up to a black-jack oak[Outro]So if you're ever up in the Sierry PetesAnd you hear one hell of a wailKnow it's that Devil a-bellowin' 'roundAbout them knots in his tailYou'll know it's that Devil a-bellowin' aroundAbout them knots in his tail