Don Edwards - The Sierry Petes lyrics

Away up high in the Sierry Petes Where the yeller pines grows tall Sandy Bob and Buster Jig They had a rodeer camp last fall Now they're taken their hosses and runnin' irons And maybe a dog or two And they 'lowed they'd brand all the long-yered calves That come within their view Well many a dogie that flapped long ears And didn't bush up by day Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched In a most artistic way Oh one fine day ole Sandy Bob He throwed his seago down "I'm tired of the smell of this burnin' hair And I 'lows I'm a-goin' to town" So they saddles up and they stuck 'em a lope Fer it warnt no sight of a ride And them in the days when a good cow punch Could ile up his inside They started out in the Kentucky Bar The head of Whiskey Row And they winds up down by the Depot House Some forty drinks below Well they sets her up and they turns her around And goes her the other way I'll tell you the Gawd-forsaken truth Them boys got stewed that day Then they mounts up and they heads to camp A-packin' a pretty good load When who should they see but the Devil himself Come a-prancin' down the road Says he, "You ornery cowboy skunks You'd better hunt your holes 'Cause I've come up from Hell's Rim Rock To gather in your souls" Now Sandy Bob he says, "Devil be damned We boys is a-kinda tight But you ain't gathered no cowboy souls Though without one hell of a fight" So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope And he swang her straight and true He lapped it on to the Devil's horns And he taken his dallies too Now Buster jig was a riata man With his gut-line coiled up neat But he shook her out and he built him a loop And they roped the Devil's hind feet Now they stretched him out and they tailed him down While the irons was a-gettin hot They cropped and swaller-forked his ears And they branded him up a lot Now they pruned him up with a de-hornin' sheers And knotted his tail for a joke Then they rode off and they left him there Necked to a Black-Jack oak So if you're ever up in the Sierry Petes And hear you a Hell of a wail It's just the Devil a-bellerin' About them knots in his tail