《Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam (The Sierry Petes)》歌词

[00:00:00] Rusty Jiggs and Sandy Sam (The Sierry Petes) - Jack Elliott

[00:00:03] Written by：traditional

[00:00:05] It was way high up in the Sierry Petes

[00:00:07] Where the yellow pines grow tall

[00:00:10] Rusty jiggs and sandy sam

[00:00:12] Had a round up camp last fall

[00:00:15] They had their pony's and their running irons

[00:00:17] And maybe a dog or two

[00:00:19] And they 'lowed they'd brand all the loppy calves

[00:00:22] That came within their view

[00:00:36] Well many a loppier dogie

[00:00:38] That didn't hush up by day

[00:00:40] Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched

[00:00:43] In a most artistic way

[00:00:45] Then says rusty jiggs to sandy sam

[00:00:48] As he throwed his seago down

[00:00:50] I'm tired of cow biography

[00:00:52] And I figures I'll go to town

[00:00:54] So saddles up and they hits them a lope

[00:00:56] For it weren't no side of a ride

[00:00:59] Them was the days when an old cow punch

[00:01:01] Could oil up his old insides

[00:01:04] All starts in kentucky bar

[00:01:06] At the head of the whisky row

[00:01:08] And they ends her up at the depot house

[00:01:10] Some forty drinks below

[00:01:12] Then they winds her up and turns her around

[00:01:15] And goes her the other way

[00:01:17] Tell you the lord forsaken truth

[00:01:19] Them boys got drunk that day

[00:01:30] Well as they was a headin' back to camp

[00:01:33] And packin' a mighty good load

[00:01:35] Who should they meet but the devil himself

[00:01:37] Come prancin' down the road

[00:01:39] And the devil he said you cowboy skunks

[00:01:41] You better go hunt your hole

[00:01:43] 'Cause I've come up from the hell's rim rocks

[00:01:45] To gather in your souls

[00:01:47] Says rusty jiggs to the devil

[00:01:50] Though I know we're tight

[00:01:52] No devil ever took an old cow punch

[00:01:54] Without one kind of a fight

[00:01:56] So he builds him a hole in his old throw rope

[00:01:58] And he throw'd it straight and true

[00:02:00] He caught the devil right around the horns

[00:02:02] He takes his dallies too

[00:02:05] Now sandy sam was a reata man

[00:02:07] With his good line coiled up neat

[00:02:09] But he shakes her out and he builds him a loop

[00:02:11] And he caught the devil's hind feet

[00:02:13] They threw him down on the desert ground

[00:02:15] While the irons was a getting hot

[00:02:17] They cropped and swallow forked his ears

[00:02:19] And branded him up a lot

[00:02:21] And they pruned him up with a dehorning saw

[00:02:23] And knotted his tail for a joke

[00:02:26] Rode off and left him bellowing there

[00:02:28] Necked up to a lilac jack oak

[00:02:40] Now if you're ever up in the sierry petes

[00:02:42] And you hear a hell of a wail

[00:02:44] You'll know it ain't nothin' but the devil himself

[00:02:46] Raisin' hell about the knots in his tail