Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam (The Sierry Petes)-Jack Elliott

歌手 : Jack Elliott

专辑 : At Lansdowne Studios, London

语种 : 纯音乐

时长 : 02:56

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TXT Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam (The Sierry Petes)-Jack Elliott 文本歌词

Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam (The Sierry Petes) - Jack Elliott

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It was way high up in the Sierry Petes

Where the yellow pines grow tall

Rusty jiggs and sandy sam

Had a round up camp last fall

They had their pony's and their running irons

And maybe a dog or two

And they 'lowed they'd brand all the loppy calves

That came within their view

Well many a loppier dogie

That didn't hush up by day

Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched

In a most artistic way

Then says rusty jiggs to sandy sam

As he throwed his seago down

I'm tired of cow biography

And I figures I'll go to town

So saddles up and they hits them a lope

For it weren't no side of a ride

Them was the days when an old cow punch

Could oil up his old insides

All starts in kentucky bar

At the head of the whisky row

And they ends her up at the depot house

Some forty drinks below

Then they winds her up and turns her around

And goes her the other way

Tell you the lord forsaken truth

Them boys got drunk that day

Well as they was a headin' back to camp

And packin' a mighty good load

Who should they meet but the devil himself

Come prancin' down the road

And the devil he said you cowboy skunks

You better go hunt your hole

'Cause I've come up from the hell's rim rocks

To gather in your souls

Says rusty jiggs to the devil

Though I know we're tight

No devil ever took an old cow punch

Without one kind of a fight

So he builds him a hole in his old throw rope

And he throw'd it straight and true

He caught the devil right around the horns

He takes his dallies too

Now sandy sam was a reata man

With his good line coiled up neat

But he shakes her out and he builds him a loop

And he caught the devil's hind feet

They threw him down on the desert ground

While the irons was a getting hot

They cropped and swallow forked his ears

And branded him up a lot

And they pruned him up with a dehorning saw

And knotted his tail for a joke

Rode off and left him bellowing there

Necked up to a lilac jack oak

Now if you're ever up in the sierry petes

And you hear a hell of a wail

You'll know it ain't nothin' but the devil himself

Raisin' hell about the knots in his tail