Cat. #0676 (MFH #598) - As sung by Tom Aley, Ozark, Missouri on February 8, 1969
VERSE 1
Way up high in th Seeiary Peaks
Where th yeller jack pine grows tall
Sandy Bob an' Buster Jiggs
Had a round up camp last fall
VERSE 2
They took their horse an' runn'n iron
Maybe a dog or two
'loued that they'd brand all long eared doggie
That'd come within their view
VERSE 3
Now, many was a honery long eared doggie
That didn't know up-ay-a
Got is long ears whittled an' his hind-end scorched
In a mighty artistic way
VERSE 4
Then one fine day says Buster Jiggs
As he throws his cigo down
I'm tired of cow taphograpy
An' I 'lows I'm go'n t' town
VERSE 5
He saddles 'er up, just run a lope
It twer'nt no sight o' ride
Them were th days when a good cowpoke
Could oil up his ole insides
VERSE 6
They started in a Kentucky bar
Th head o' whiskey row
Ended up by th depot house
Forty bars below
VERSE 7
They turns 'er 'round an' sets 'er up
An' goes 'er th other way
T' tell th Lord forsaken truth
Th boy got drunk that day
VERSE 8
Well, late at night, headed back t' camp
Pack'in a mighty load
Who should they meet, but th Devil his self
Come pranc'n down th road
VERSE 9
Well, boys says he, ya cowboy skunks
Better dig yourselves a hole
F'r I've come up from hells rimrock
T' gather in your souls
VERSE 10
Says, Buster Jiggs, I'm just from town
An' feel'n kinda tight
You ain't tak'n no cowboys souls
Without one hell of a fight
VERSE 11
Well, he punches a hole, in his ole cigo
Throws 'er straight an' true
Grabs th Devil by th horns
Takes his dallies too
VERSE 12
Now, Sandy Bob's a reatu man
His gut-line coiled up neat
He shakes 'er out an' builds 'im a loop
An' ropes th Devils hind feet
VERSE 13
They nails 'im down on th desert ground
The irons a gett'in hot
Crops, swolls, forks his ears
Brands 'im up a lot
VERSE 14
Pruned 'im up with a dehorn saw
Knots his tail for a joke
Rides off an' leaves 'im a beller'n there
Tied up to a live jack oak
VERSE 15
If you ever go t' rid'n Seeiary Peaks
An' you hear an awful wail
You'll know it's noth'n but th Devil his self
Rais'n hell about th knots in his tail