Chords for Tyin' Knots In The Devil's Tail
Tempo:
102.05 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Way, way up high in the Sierra Peeps where the yellow [D] pine grows tall,
Sandy Bob and Buster [A] Jakes had a roundup [D] camp last fall.
Took some horses and running [G] irons and maybe a [D] dog or two,
They swore they'd brand all the long [A]-eared calves that come [D] within their view.
Now any old doggy that flapped long [A] ears and didn't brush [D] up by day,
Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched [A] in a most [D] artistic way,
Said Sandy Bob to Buster [G] Jakes, as he throwed his [D] seagull down,
Well I'm sick of the smell of burning hair, [A] now louse how am I going [D] to town?
Well he saddled up and they hit him a [A] lope for it wasn't [D] much of a ride,
Them was the days when an old cowpoke [A] could oil [D] up his hole inside,
They start her out at Kentucky [G] Bar at the head of [D] the whiskey row,
They wind her up at the Depot [A] House some forty [D] drinks below,
Well he set them up and they turned [A] them around and start her [D] the other way,
And to tell you the godforsaken [A] truth them boys got [D] drunk that day,
They was riding back [G] to camp and packing [D] a pretty good load,
Who should they meet but the devil [A] himself come prancing [D] down the road,
Says he you ornery cowboy skunks [A] you'd better [D] hunt your hoes,
As I've come up from hell's rim [A] rock to gather in [D] your souls,
Says Sandy Bob old devil [G] be damned we boys is a kind [D] of type,
You ain't gonna gather no cowboy [A] souls without one [D] hell of a fight,
So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope [A] and he swung [D] her straight and true,
And he lapped it on to the devil's horns and taken his [D] dally's too,
Now Buster Jakes was a re-eyed a man [G] with his gut line coiled [D] up neat,
So he shakes her out and he builds him [A] a loop and lassoes [D] the devil's hind feet,
Oh they stretched him out and they tailed him down [A] while the irons was a getting hot,
Well they cropped him, swallowed her, forked his ears and then branded [D] him up a lot,
They pruned him up with a dehorn and [G] saw and knotted his tail [D] for a joke,
And they rode off and left [A] him there necked up to [D] a black jacko,
If you're ever up high in the Sierra [A] Peaks and you hear one [D] hell of a wail,
You'll know it's just that devil [A] yelling about the knots tied in [D] his tail,
Sandy Bob and Buster [A] Jakes had a roundup [D] camp last fall.
Took some horses and running [G] irons and maybe a [D] dog or two,
They swore they'd brand all the long [A]-eared calves that come [D] within their view.
Now any old doggy that flapped long [A] ears and didn't brush [D] up by day,
Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched [A] in a most [D] artistic way,
Said Sandy Bob to Buster [G] Jakes, as he throwed his [D] seagull down,
Well I'm sick of the smell of burning hair, [A] now louse how am I going [D] to town?
Well he saddled up and they hit him a [A] lope for it wasn't [D] much of a ride,
Them was the days when an old cowpoke [A] could oil [D] up his hole inside,
They start her out at Kentucky [G] Bar at the head of [D] the whiskey row,
They wind her up at the Depot [A] House some forty [D] drinks below,
Well he set them up and they turned [A] them around and start her [D] the other way,
And to tell you the godforsaken [A] truth them boys got [D] drunk that day,
They was riding back [G] to camp and packing [D] a pretty good load,
Who should they meet but the devil [A] himself come prancing [D] down the road,
Says he you ornery cowboy skunks [A] you'd better [D] hunt your hoes,
As I've come up from hell's rim [A] rock to gather in [D] your souls,
Says Sandy Bob old devil [G] be damned we boys is a kind [D] of type,
You ain't gonna gather no cowboy [A] souls without one [D] hell of a fight,
So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope [A] and he swung [D] her straight and true,
And he lapped it on to the devil's horns and taken his [D] dally's too,
Now Buster Jakes was a re-eyed a man [G] with his gut line coiled [D] up neat,
So he shakes her out and he builds him [A] a loop and lassoes [D] the devil's hind feet,
Oh they stretched him out and they tailed him down [A] while the irons was a getting hot,
Well they cropped him, swallowed her, forked his ears and then branded [D] him up a lot,
They pruned him up with a dehorn and [G] saw and knotted his tail [D] for a joke,
And they rode off and left [A] him there necked up to [D] a black jacko,
If you're ever up high in the Sierra [A] Peaks and you hear one [D] hell of a wail,
You'll know it's just that devil [A] yelling about the knots tied in [D] his tail,
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Way, way up high in the Sierra Peeps where the yellow [D] pine grows tall,
Sandy Bob and Buster [A] Jakes had a roundup [D] camp last fall.
Took some horses and running [G] irons and maybe a [D] dog or two,
They swore they'd brand all the long [A]-eared calves that come [D] within their view. _
Now any old doggy that flapped long [A] ears and didn't brush [D] up by day,
Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched [A] in a most [D] artistic way,
Said Sandy Bob to Buster [G] Jakes, as he throwed his [D] seagull down,
Well I'm sick of the smell of burning hair, [A] now louse how am I going [D] to town? _
Well he saddled up and they hit him a [A] lope for it wasn't [D] much of a ride,
Them was the days when an old cowpoke [A] could oil [D] up his hole inside,
They start her out at Kentucky [G] Bar at the head of [D] the whiskey row,
They wind her up at the Depot [A] House some forty [D] drinks below,
Well he set them up and they turned [A] them around and start her [D] the other way,
And to tell you the godforsaken [A] truth them boys got [D] drunk that day,
They was riding back [G] to camp and packing [D] a pretty good load,
Who should they meet but the devil [A] himself come prancing [D] down the road, _ _
Says he you ornery cowboy skunks [A] you'd better [D] hunt your hoes,
As I've come up from hell's rim [A] rock to gather in [D] your souls,
Says Sandy Bob old devil [G] be damned we boys is a kind [D] of type,
You ain't gonna gather no cowboy [A] souls without one [D] hell of a fight, _
So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope [A] and he swung [D] her straight and true,
And he lapped it on to the devil's horns and taken his [D] dally's too,
Now Buster Jakes was a re-eyed a man [G] with his gut line coiled [D] up neat,
So he shakes her out and he builds him [A] a loop and lassoes [D] the devil's hind feet, _
Oh they stretched him out and they tailed him down [A] while the irons was a getting hot,
Well they cropped him, swallowed her, forked his ears and then branded [D] him up a lot,
They pruned him up with a dehorn and [G] saw and knotted his tail [D] for a joke,
And they rode off and left [A] him there necked up to [D] a black jacko, _
If you're ever up high in the Sierra [A] Peaks and you hear one [D] hell of a wail,
You'll know it's just that devil [A] yelling about the knots tied in [D] his tail, _ _ _ _ _ _
Way, way up high in the Sierra Peeps where the yellow [D] pine grows tall,
Sandy Bob and Buster [A] Jakes had a roundup [D] camp last fall.
Took some horses and running [G] irons and maybe a [D] dog or two,
They swore they'd brand all the long [A]-eared calves that come [D] within their view. _
Now any old doggy that flapped long [A] ears and didn't brush [D] up by day,
Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched [A] in a most [D] artistic way,
Said Sandy Bob to Buster [G] Jakes, as he throwed his [D] seagull down,
Well I'm sick of the smell of burning hair, [A] now louse how am I going [D] to town? _
Well he saddled up and they hit him a [A] lope for it wasn't [D] much of a ride,
Them was the days when an old cowpoke [A] could oil [D] up his hole inside,
They start her out at Kentucky [G] Bar at the head of [D] the whiskey row,
They wind her up at the Depot [A] House some forty [D] drinks below,
Well he set them up and they turned [A] them around and start her [D] the other way,
And to tell you the godforsaken [A] truth them boys got [D] drunk that day,
They was riding back [G] to camp and packing [D] a pretty good load,
Who should they meet but the devil [A] himself come prancing [D] down the road, _ _
Says he you ornery cowboy skunks [A] you'd better [D] hunt your hoes,
As I've come up from hell's rim [A] rock to gather in [D] your souls,
Says Sandy Bob old devil [G] be damned we boys is a kind [D] of type,
You ain't gonna gather no cowboy [A] souls without one [D] hell of a fight, _
So Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope [A] and he swung [D] her straight and true,
And he lapped it on to the devil's horns and taken his [D] dally's too,
Now Buster Jakes was a re-eyed a man [G] with his gut line coiled [D] up neat,
So he shakes her out and he builds him [A] a loop and lassoes [D] the devil's hind feet, _
Oh they stretched him out and they tailed him down [A] while the irons was a getting hot,
Well they cropped him, swallowed her, forked his ears and then branded [D] him up a lot,
They pruned him up with a dehorn and [G] saw and knotted his tail [D] for a joke,
And they rode off and left [A] him there necked up to [D] a black jacko, _
If you're ever up high in the Sierra [A] Peaks and you hear one [D] hell of a wail,
You'll know it's just that devil [A] yelling about the knots tied in [D] his tail, _ _ _ _ _ _