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Now buster jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat, you ll know it s that devil a bellerin about them knots tied in his tail, so snady bob punched a hole in his rope and he swang her straight and true
and he lapped it onto the devils horns and he taken his dallies too
Says sandy bob old devil be damned we boys is kinda tight, they pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke, and any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn t brush up by day
and he lapped it onto the devils horns and he taken his dallies too
Old sandy bob and buster jiggs had a roundup camp last fall, well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin down the road
And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot, you ll know it s that devil a bellerin about them knots tied in his tail
so he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he lassoed up the devil s hind
well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin
as they was a ridin back to camp a packin a pretty good load
And they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below, got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, and they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below
and they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below
And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot, old sandy bob and buster jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
And he lapped it onto the devils horns and he taken his dallies too, well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin down the road
You ll know it s that devil a bellerin about them knots tied in his tail, they d taken the horses and the runnin irons and may be a dog or two
And then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak, now buster jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat
You ll know it s that devil a bellerin about them knots tied in his tail, now one fine day old sandy bob he throwed his easy go down
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin, says sandy bob old devil be damned we boys is kinda tight
and any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn t brush up by day
as they was a ridin back to camp a packin a pretty good load
Well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin down the road, and to tell you the god forsaken truth them boys got stewed that day, and any old doggie that flapped long ears and didn t brush up by day
Oh they starts her off at kentucky bar at the head of a whiskey row, got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, and then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak
Way up high in the sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall, say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes Tail, and he lapped it onto the devils horns and he taken his dallies too
And they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below, got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, so they saddles up and they hits em a lope for it weren t no sign of a ride
They d taken the horses and the runnin irons and may be a dog or two, got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, way up high in the sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall
they pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke
and then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak
and then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak
They pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke, says sandy bob old devil be damned we boys is kinda tight
so if your ever up high in the sierra peaks and you hear one hell of a wail
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, and ya ain t gonna get no cowboy souls without one hell of a fight
say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes
and they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below
Well i m sick of the smell of this here burnin hair and allows i m a goin to, so if your ever up high in the sierra peaks and you hear one hell of a wail
and they swore they d brand all long ear calves that came within their view
Now buster jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat, so they saddles up and they hits em a lope for it weren t no sign of a ride
Way up high in the sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall, and then sets up and turns around and goes her the other way Tie, old sandy bob and buster jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
and they swore they d brand all long ear calves that came within their view
And then sets up and turns around and goes her the other way, and they swore they d brand all long ear calves that came within their view
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way, well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin down the road Chris, and they swore they d brand all long ear calves that came within their view
They pruned him up whit a dehorning saw and they knotted his tail for a joke, now buster jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat
You ll know it s that devil a bellerin about them knots tied in his tail, well who should they meet but the devil himself a prancin down the road
Well i m sick of the smell of this here burnin hair and allows i m a goin to, and them was the days when a buckaroo could oil up his insides
Now buster jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat, well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin
Well they stretched him out and they tailed him down while the iron was gettin, they d taken the horses and the runnin irons and may be a dog or two, say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes
So they saddles up and they hits em a lope for it weren t no sign of a ride, and they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot The, got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
And then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak, say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes
And they cropped and swallow forked both his ears and they branded him up a lot, old sandy bob and buster jiggs had a roundup camp last fall
And he lapped it onto the devils horns and he taken his dallies too, way up high in the sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall, and then rode off and left him there neck to a blackjack oak
They d taken the horses and the runnin irons and may be a dog or two, and they winds up down at the depot house some forty drinks below
Way up high in the sierra peaks where the yellow jack pines grow tall, say he you ornery cowboy skunks you better hunt your holes
well i m sick of the smell of this here burnin hair and allows i m a goin to
they d taken the horses and the runnin irons and may be a dog or two
And them was the days when a buckaroo could oil up his insides, now one fine day old sandy bob he throwed his easy go down, for i ve come up from hells rim rock to gather in your souls
you ll know it s that devil a bellerin about them knots tied in his tail
And they swore they d brand all long ear calves that came within their view, and then sets up and turns around and goes her the other way Knot, they d taken the horses and the runnin irons and may be a dog or two
