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1990Writer(s): Michael Martin MurpheyOh, way up high in the Sierra PeaksWhere the yellow jack pines grow tallSandy Bob and Buster JiggsHad a round-up camp last fallThey''re takin'' their ponies and they''re runnin'' ironsMaybe a dog or twoAnd they allowed their brand on every long-eared calfThat come within their viewNow many a long-eared doggyThat didn''t hush up that dayHad his ol'' ears whittled and his ol'' hide sizzledIn the most artistic wayNow, Sandy Bob, he said one dayAs he throwed his cigar downI''m tired of this cowographyAnd all else, I''m goin'' to townWell, they saddled their ponies and they struck them a loadAnd how them boys can rideAnd them was the days that an ol'' cowboyCould oil up his ol'' insidesWell, it started out at the Kentucky barAt the head of the whiskey rowAnd they wound up down at the depot houseAbout forty drinks belowWell, they set ''em up and they turned them aroundAnd they went the other wayAnd I''ll swear the godforsaken truthThem boys got drunk that dayThey mounted up and they headed to campAnd they''s packin'' a pretty good loadWhen who should they meet, but the Devil himselfCome prancin'' down the roadWell, the Devil said, ''You ornery skunksYou better hunt your holes''Cause I''m the Devil from Hell''s Rim RockCome to gather in your souls''Sandy Bob said, ''Devil be damnedIt may be a little bit tightBefore you gather any cowboy soulsYou gonna have a hell of a fight''He swung his rope and he swung it straightHe also swung it trueHe caught the devil by both his hornsAnd taken his dallies tooNow Buster Jiggs was a three hatter manWith his rawhide coiled up neatHe shook it out and built him a loopAnd he latched the Devil''s hind feetWell, they stretched him out and they tailed him downAnd the irons was gettin'' hotThey cropped and swallow-forked his earsAnd they branded him up a lotAnd they left him there in the Sierra PeaksNecked to a black-jack oakBut before they left, they tied some knotsIn his tail just for a jokeSo if you''re ever up there in Sierra PeaksAnd you hear one hell of a wailIt''s just the DevilA feller and a thousand knots tied in his tail