Tying Knots In The Devils Tail Chords & Lyrics - Colter Wall
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[INTRO]
[F] [F] [F]
[VERSE 1]
[F]Well it was way high up in The Sierry Petes
Where the yellow-jack pines grow ta[C]ll
Rusty Diggs and Sandy Sam
Had a round-up camp last f[F]all
[VERSE 2]
[F]They had their ponies and their running irons
a[Bb]nd maybe a dog or tw[C]o
They 'lowed they'd brand every lop-eared calf
That came within their [F]view
[VERSE 3]
[F]Well many a lop-eared dogie
If he didn't hush up by[C] day
Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
In a most artistic [F]way
[VERSE 4]
[F]Then say Rusty Digs to Sandy Sam
[Bb]As he throwed his seago do[C]wn
"I'm tired of cowboyography
And I figures I'll go to town[F] ."
[VERSE 6]
[F]They starts her in a Kentucky Bar
At the head of Whiskey [C]Row
And they ends her up at the Depot House
Some forty drinks [F]below
[VERSE 7]
[F]Then he wind'er up and they turns her 'round
[Bb]And goes the other wa[C]y
Tell you the Lord-forsaken truth
Them boys got drunk that [F]day
[VERSE 8]
[F]Well they was a -headin' back to camp
And packin' a mighty g[C]ood load
Well who should they meet but the Devil himself
Come a-prancin' down the [F]road
[VERSE 9]
[F]Now the Devil he said you cowboy skunks
Y[Bb]ou'd better go hunt your h[C]ole
'Cause I come up from the Hells rim rock
To gather in your [F]souls
[VERSE 10]
[F]Says Rustry Jiggs to the Devil
Though I know [C]We're' tight
No Devil ever took no cowboy souls
Without some kind of a [F]fight."
[VERSE 11]
[F]So Rusty Jiggs punched a hole in his rope
He swang it straight an[C]d true
He ropes the Devil 'round the horns
And he take his slack up [F]too
[VERSE 12]
[F]Now Sandy Bob was a reita man
With his rope all coiled up [A]neat
[C]So he shakes her out and he builds him a loop
And he ropes the Devils hind [F]feet
[VERSE 13]
[F]Well they throwed him down on the desert ground
While the irons was a gettin' [C]hot
They cropped and swallow-forked his ears
And they branded him [F]up a lot
[VERSE 14]
[F]Well they pruned him up with a dehornin' saw
[Bb]Tied knots in his tail for a [C]joke
Then they rode off and left him there
Necked up to a black Jack[F] oak
[VERSE 15]
[F]So if you're up in the Sierry Petes
A[Bb]nd you hear one awful wa[C]il
Know its that Devil a-bellowin arounf
about them knots in his tai[F]l
[F] [F] [F]
[VERSE 1]
[F]Well it was way high up in The Sierry Petes
Where the yellow-jack pines grow ta[C]ll
Rusty Diggs and Sandy Sam
Had a round-up camp last f[F]all
[VERSE 2]
[F]They had their ponies and their running irons
a[Bb]nd maybe a dog or tw[C]o
They 'lowed they'd brand every lop-eared calf
That came within their [F]view
[VERSE 3]
[F]Well many a lop-eared dogie
If he didn't hush up by[C] day
Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
In a most artistic [F]way
[VERSE 4]
[F]Then say Rusty Digs to Sandy Sam
[Bb]As he throwed his seago do[C]wn
"I'm tired of cowboyography
And I figures I'll go to town[F] ."
[VERSE 6]
[F]They starts her in a Kentucky Bar
At the head of Whiskey [C]Row
And they ends her up at the Depot House
Some forty drinks [F]below
[VERSE 7]
[F]Then he wind'er up and they turns her 'round
[Bb]And goes the other wa[C]y
Tell you the Lord-forsaken truth
Them boys got drunk that [F]day
[VERSE 8]
[F]Well they was a -headin' back to camp
And packin' a mighty g[C]ood load
Well who should they meet but the Devil himself
Come a-prancin' down the [F]road
[VERSE 9]
[F]Now the Devil he said you cowboy skunks
Y[Bb]ou'd better go hunt your h[C]ole
'Cause I come up from the Hells rim rock
To gather in your [F]souls
[VERSE 10]
[F]Says Rustry Jiggs to the Devil
Though I know [C]We're' tight
No Devil ever took no cowboy souls
Without some kind of a [F]fight."
[VERSE 11]
[F]So Rusty Jiggs punched a hole in his rope
He swang it straight an[C]d true
He ropes the Devil 'round the horns
And he take his slack up [F]too
[VERSE 12]
[F]Now Sandy Bob was a reita man
With his rope all coiled up [A]neat
[C]So he shakes her out and he builds him a loop
And he ropes the Devils hind [F]feet
[VERSE 13]
[F]Well they throwed him down on the desert ground
While the irons was a gettin' [C]hot
They cropped and swallow-forked his ears
And they branded him [F]up a lot
[VERSE 14]
[F]Well they pruned him up with a dehornin' saw
[Bb]Tied knots in his tail for a [C]joke
Then they rode off and left him there
Necked up to a black Jack[F] oak
[VERSE 15]
[F]So if you're up in the Sierry Petes
A[Bb]nd you hear one awful wa[C]il
Know its that Devil a-bellowin arounf
about them knots in his tai[F]l
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