Rusty Jiggs & Sandy Sam (Tyin' Knots in the Devil's Tail) [A]


It was way up high in the Sierry Petes where the yellow pines grow tall,
Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam had a roundup camp last fall.


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.


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".


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.


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.


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.


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".


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".


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.


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.


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.


Diamond Joe [C]