Colter Wall – Tying Knots In The Devils Tail chords

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

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Well it was way high up in The Sierry Petes

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Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall

 

Rusty Diggs and Sandy Sam

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Had a round-up camp last fall

 

[Verse 2]

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They had their ponies and their running irons

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and maybe a dog or two

 

They 'lowed they'd brand every lop-eared calf

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That came within their view

 

 

[Verse 3]

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Well many a lop-eared dogie

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If he didn't hush up by day

 

Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched

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In a most artistic way

 

[Verse 4]

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Then say Rusty Digs to Sandy Sam

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As he throwed his seago down

 

"I'm tired of cowboyography

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And I figures I'll go to town."

 

[Verse 6]

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They starts her in a Kentucky Bar

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At the head of Whiskey Row

 

And they ends her up at the Depot House

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Some forty drinks below

 

[Verse 7]

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Then he wind'er up and they turns her 'round

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And goes the other way

 

Tell you the Lord-forsaken truth

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Them boys got drunk that day

 

[Verse 8]

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Well they was a -headin' back to camp

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And packin' a mighty good load

 

Well who should they meet but the Devil himself

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Come a-prancin' down the road

 

[Verse 9]

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Now the Devil he said you cowboy skunks

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You'd better go hunt your hole

 

'Cause I come up from the Hells rim rock

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To gather in your souls

 

[Verse 10]

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Says Rustry Jiggs to the Devil

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Though I know We're' tight

 

No Devil ever took no cowboy souls

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Without some kind of a fight."

 

[Verse 11]

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So Rusty Jiggs punched a hole in his rope

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He swang it straight and true

 

He ropes the Devil 'round the horns

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And he take his slack up too

 

[Verse 12]

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Now Sandy Bob was a reita man

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With his rope all coiled up neat

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So he shakes her out and he builds him a loop

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And he ropes the Devils hind feet

 

[Verse 13]

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Well they throwed him down on the desert ground

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While the irons was a gettin' hot

 

They cropped and swallow-forked his ears

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And they branded him up a lot

 

[Verse 14]

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Well they pruned him up with a dehornin' saw

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Tied knots in his tail for a joke

 

Then they rode off and left him there

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Necked up to a black Jack oak

 

[Verse 15]

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So if you're up in the Sierry Petes

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And you hear one awful wail

 

Know its that Devil a-bellowin arounf

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about them knots in his tail

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