Tying A Knot In The Devil's Tail Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Way [C]up high
in the siree peaks,
where the yellow jack pines grow [G]tall.
[C]Buster gigs and sagebrush Sam
had around halfway [G]last [C]fall.
And the old calf who flopped long ears,
who didn't bush up by day,
[G]Got his lon[C]g ears chiseled
and his old hide sizzled in the
most artist[G]ic [C]way
Says Buster Giggs to Sagebrush Sam
as he throwed his long legs [G]down
[C]I'm getting tired of cowography
and I reckon I'll jog to town
They started out on the right smart lope
or had worn no sight of [G]a ride
And [C]them was the days
when the good cow puns
could isle up [G]his in[C]sides[G][C][G][C]
At the old Kentucky bar,
they stopped near the end
of Whiskey [G]Row.
And they [C]wound up tight
some time that night,
some forty drink[G]s b[C]elow.
The house turned round
and sat them up,
started in the other [G]way.
[C]Oh, honest to goodness, tell the truth,
the boys got [G]stewed [C]that day.
Well, they both bled out
for the siree peaks,
packing up a darn good [G]load.
And [C]who should they meet
but the devil himself,
just a -prancing [G]down [C]the road.
Confound you ornery cowboy skunks,
you better had a hunch your whole.
For I am the devil from the
hell's rim rocks,
come to gather [G]up [C]your soul.[G][C][G][C]
The devil, be darned, says,
Buster Giggs,
we boys both know we're tight
[G]But be[C]fore you corral any
cowboy's soles,
you'll [G]sure [C]have a [G]beautiful [C]fight
He throwed his rope and he
throwed her straight,
she spun down good and true
[G]And he loo[C]ped the devil
by his pinted horns
and he tucked his [G]dallies [C]too
Oh, Sagebrush Sam was a lariat man
with his gut line coiled up [G]neat.
He [C]throwed her out there
and he built him a hole
and he roped the devil's hind feet.
They laid him out and
stretched him down
while the sizzling iron grew [G]hot.
They [C]trimmed his horns
with a dehorn saw
and they branded [G]him [C]a l[G]ot.[C][G][C]
They tied ten knots in the
old boy's tail
and they left him there for a [G]joke
With a [C]bellerin' cough as
he loped right up,
necked up to a black jacko
If you ever go to ridin'
in the siree peaks
and you hear one awful [G]wail
[C]Hello, it's the devil as he
howls and prowls
with the knots tied in his tail