歌曲名 Tying Knots In The Devil Is Tail 歌手名 Michael Martin Murphey

作词：Linkin Park

作曲：Linkin Park

Way high up in the Sierry Peaks

Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall

Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs

Had a round-up camp last fall

They'd taken their ponies and their running irons

Maybe a dog or two

And they lowed thy'd brand every long-eared calf

That came within their view

Now many a long-eared doggie

That didn't push up by day

Had his old ears whittled and his old hide sizzled

In a most artistic way

Now Sandy Bob he said one day

As he throwed his cigar down

I'm tired of this cowography

And I allows I'm a going into town

Well they saddled their ponies up and they struckem a lope

And how them boys could ride

And them was the days that a ol cowboy

Could oil up his whole inside

Well they started out at the Kentucky Bar

At the head of the Whisky Row

And they wound down at the Depot House

About forty drinks below

Well they setem up and they turned 'em around

And they went the other way

And I swear the God-forsaken truth

Them boys got drunk that day

They mounted up and they headed to camp

And they was packing a pretty good load

When who should they meet

But the Devil himself

Come prancing down the road

Well the devil says You ornery skunks

You better hunt your holes

Cause I'm the Devil from Hell's rim rock

Come to gather in your souls

Sandy Bob said Devil be damned

We may be a little bit tight

But before you gather any cowboy souls

You're gonna have a helluva fight

He swung his rope and he swung it straight

And he also swung it true

He caught the Devil by both his horns

And taken his dallies too

Now Buster Jigg was a reata man

With his rawhide coiled up neat

He shook it out and he built him a loop

And he latched the Devils hind feet

Well they stretches him out and they tails him down

While the running-irons were getting hot

And they cropped and swallow-forked his ears

And they branded him up a lot

And left there here pick night black jack cold

But for this life to a little pin oak

Tied ten knots in his tail for a joke

Now when you're high in the Sierry Peaks

And you hear one hell of a wail

It's just the Devil himself

Yelling bout them knots in his tail