Tuning: D G C F A D

This is tuned a wholestep down to D and played with these chords. So if you want it to sound exactly like the recording does tune your guitar down. Otherwise I suggest playing it in these chords positions no matter where you put your capo because that makes all the ornamentation between chords much easier. This is the general bassline that they're playing below the chords. Try to place the chords at the same time. It changes a little with the movement to the C than the D but it's all the same idea. d|---------------------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------| F|---------------------------------------------------------------| C|-----0--0------0---0---4-2-0-----------------------------------| G|-----------0-2---0---0-------3-2-0-----------------------------| D|-2h3--3--3-------------------------3---------------------------| [Verse 1: Colter Wall]

Well, it was w^Gay high up in the Sierry Petes Where the yellow pines grow t^Dall

Rusty Diggs and Sandy Sam

Had a round-up camp last fa^Gll They h^Gad their ponies and their running irons And maybe a dog or t^Cwo And they 'l^Dowed they'd brand every lop-eared calf That came within their vi^Gew

[Verse 2: Colter Wall]

Well m^Gany a lop-eared dogie If he didn't hush up by d^Day

Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched

In a most artistic w^Gay Then says Rusty Diggs to Sandy Sam As he throwed his seago d^Cown "I'm t^Dired of cowboy-ography "And I figures I'll go to to^Gwn"

d|---------------------------------------------------------------| A|-------------------3--3-3-3----------------3-------------------| F|-------------------2--2-2-2----------------0-------------------| C|-----------0h2p0---0--0-0-0-/4-2-0---------0-------------------| G|--0h2--0h2-------2-----------------3-2-0---x-------------------| D|-3----3----------------------------------3-3-------------------| [Verse 3: Blake Berglund]

They st^Garts her in at the Kentucky Bar At the head of the Whisky R^Dow

And they winds her up at the Depot House

And forty drinks bel^Gow Then he wi^Gnds her up and they turns her 'round And they goes her the other w^Cay T^Dell you the Lord-forsaken truth Them boys got drunk that d^Gay

[Verse 4: Blake Berglund]

Well, th^Gey was a-headin' back to camp And a-packin' a mighty good lo^Dad

Who should they meet but the Devil himself

Come prancin' down the r^Goad? And the De^Gvil he said, "You cowboy skunks "You better go hunt your h^Cole "'Cause I^D've come up from the Hell's rim rock "To gather in your s^Gouls" Says R^Gusty Jiggs to the Devil "Though I know we're t^Dight

"No devil ever took no cowpunch

"Without one kind of a f^Gight"

[Verse 5: Corb Lund]

So R^Gusty Jiggs punched a hole in his rope He swang it straight and tr^Due

He lassoed it onto the devil's horns

And he's takin' his dallies t^Goo Now Sandy Sam was a reata man With his gut line coiled up n^Ceat So he sh^Dakes her out and he builds him a loop And he lassoed the Devil's hind fe^Get

[Verse 6: Corb Lund]

They str^Getched him out, they tailed him down While the irons was a-gettin' h^Dot

They cropped and swallow-forked his ears

And they branded him up a l^Got Well they pruned him up with a dehorning saw Tied knots in his tail for a j^Coke Then th^Dey rode off and left him there Necked up to a black-jack o^Gak

[Outro: Colter Wall & Corb Lund] So if you're ever up in the Sierry Petes

And you hear one hell of a wa^Dil Know it's that Devil a-bellowin' around About them knots in his ta^Gil You'l^Dl know it's that Devil a-bellowin' around About them knots in his ta^Gil

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Colter Wall - Tying knots in the devils tail