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78 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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But the Devil went down to look at the truck, And said if it came as a gift he was stuck; For after examining it carefully and well, He concluded the place was too dry for hell.
So in order to gefit off his hands, The Lord promised the Devil to water the lands; For he had some water, or rather some dregs, A regular cathartic that smelled like bad eggs. Hence the deal was closed and the deed was given, And the Lord went back to his home in heaven. And the Devil then said, " I have all that is needed To make a good hell," and hence he succeeded.
He began to put thorns in all of the trees, And mixed up the sand with millions of fleas; And scattered tarantulas along all the roads; Put thorns on the cactus and horns on the toads. He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers, And put an addition on the rabbit's ears; He put a little devil in the bronco steed, And poisoned the feet of the centipede.
The rattlesnake bites you, the scorpion stings, The mosquito delights you with buzzing wings; The sand-burrs prevail, and so do the ants, And those who sit down need half-soles on their
pants. The Devil then said that throughout the land He 'd managed to keep up the Devil's own brand, And all would be mavericks unless they bore The marks of scratches and bites and thorns by the
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