Tyin' Knots in the Devil's Tail

Well, folks, here's a song from my part of the country
 Now, way high up in the Sierry Petes where the yellow jack pines grow tall
 Buster Jiggs and Sagebrush Sam had a round-up late last fall
 They'd taken their horses and their running irons and maybe a dog or two
 They allowed to brand every long-eared calf that came within their view
 Any old calf with lope-long ears that didn't push out by day
 Got his long horns chiseled, and his old hide sizzled in the most artistic way
 Says Buster Jiggs to Sagebrush Sam, as he throwed his long leg down
 "I'm getting tired of cow-pie-ography and I reckon we'll go to town"
 They started out on a mighty smart lope, for there weren't no side of a ride
 And those were the days when an old cowpunch could oil up his dry insides
 At the old Kentucky bar, they stopped at the Whiskey Row
 And they wound up tight sometime that night, some 40 drinks below
 The house turned around, and they set 'em up, got 'em in the other way
 Honest to goodness, to tell the truth, folks, them boys got drunk that day
 Well, both went out to the Sierry Petes, and they was packin' a dern good load
 But, who should they meet, but the Devil himself, come a-prancin' down the road?
 "Confound you ornery cowboy skunks! You'd better headhunt your hole
 For I am the Devil from the Hell's rim rock come to gatherin' your souls"
 "The Devil be damned!", says Buster Jiggs, "We boys both know we're tight
 Before you corral any cowboy souls, you're gonna have one kind of a fight"
 He throwed his rope and he throwed it straight, and he spun 'er good and true
 And he loped the Devil by his pointed horns, and he took his dallies too
 Sagebrush Sam was a lariat man with his gut line coiled up neat
 He throwed 'er out, and he made him a rope, and he roped the Devil's hind feet
 And they laid him out, and they fetched him down while the sizzlin' irons grew hot
 They trimmed his horn with a dehornin' saw, and they brand him up a lot
 They tied ten knots in the old boy's tail, and they left him there for a joke
 And they left him just a-bellowin' there, tied up to a blackjack oak
 Now, if you're ever down in the Sierry Petes and you hear one Hell of a wail
 You know it's nothin' but the Devil himself raising Hell about the knots in his tail