Biografía:
Rosalie Sorrels (Rosalie Ann Stringfellow, Boise, Idaho, June 24, 1933 - June 11, 2017) was an American folk singer, guitarist and songwriter.
She began her public career as a singer and collector of traditional folksongs in the late 1950s. During the early 1960s she left her husband and began traveling and performing at music festivals and clubs throughout the United States. She and her five children traveled across the country as she worked to support her family and establish herself as a performer.
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Otras canciones:
- Borderline Heart
- Brigham Young
- Come And Be My Driver
- Death Of Kathy Fiscus
- Goodbye Joe Hill
- Goodnight Loving Trail
- Gospel Snake
- I Think Of You
- If I Could Be The Rain
- Ive Got A Home Out In Utah
- Nevada Moon
- Old Buddy Goodnight
- Philadelphia Lawyer
- Rock Me To Sleep
- Some Other Place Some Other Time
- Starlight On The Rails
- That Girl Played Injun With Me
- The Fox
- The Wreck Of The Old Number Nine
- Tying Knots In The Devils Tail
- Utahs Dixie
- Way Out In Idaho
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
A A A
[Verse 1]
A
Way high up in The Sierra Peaks
E
Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jinks
A
Had a round-up camp last fall
[Verse 2]
They'd took their horses and their running irons
E
and maybe a dog or two
'lowed they'd brand all the long-eared calves
A
That came within their view
[Verse 3]
Well many a long-eared dogie
E
That didn't hush up by day
Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
A
In a most artistic way
[Verse 4]
Then one fine day, said Buster Jinks
E
As he throwed his seago down
"I'm tired of cowpiography
A
And as allows I'm a goin' to town."
[Verse 6]
They saddles 'er up and hits for the road
E
And it warn't no sign of a ride
For them was the days that an old cowhand
A
Could oil up his insides
[Verse 7]
They started at a Kentucky Bar
E
At the head of Whiskey Row
They winds 'er up the Depot House
A
Some forty drinks below
[Verse 8]
They sets 'er up and turns 'er around
E
And goes the other way
I'll tell you the Lords-forsaken truth
A
Them boys got drunk that day
[Verse 9]
As they was a headin' back to the camp
E
Packin' a pretty good load
Well who should they meet but the Devil himself
A
Come a-prancin' down the road
[Verse 10]
Now the Devil he said you coward skunks
E
Had better go hunt you a hole
'Cause I come up from the Hell bring muck
A
To gather in your souls
[Verse 11]
Said Buster Jinks "were just from town
E
Feelin' kinda tight
And you ain't gonna get no cowboy souls
A
Without some kind of a fight."
[Verse 12]
So he punches a hole in his old throw rope
E
Slings it straight and true
He ropes the Devil right around the horns
A
And he take his slack up too
[Verse 13]
Now Sandy Bob was a reita man
E
With his rope all coiled up neat
But he shakes her out, throws out a loop
A
And he ropes the Devils hind feet
[Verse 14]
Well they throwed him down on the desert ground
E
While the irons was a gettin' hot
They cropped his horns, loped off his ears
A
And branded him up a lot
[Verse 15]
They pruned him up with a dehornin' saw
E
And knotted his tail for a joke
Rode off and left him bellerin' there
A
Necked up to a live Jack oak
[Verse 16]
Well if you're up in the Sierra Peaks
E
And you hear one awful wail
You'll know it ain't nothin' but the Devil himself
N. C.
.......Raisin' hell 'bout them knots in his tail
A A A
[Verse 1]
A
Way high up in The Sierra Peaks
E
Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jinks
A
Had a round-up camp last fall
[Verse 2]
They'd took their horses and their running irons
E
and maybe a dog or two
'lowed they'd brand all the long-eared calves
A
That came within their view
[Verse 3]
Well many a long-eared dogie
E
That didn't hush up by day
Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
A
In a most artistic way
[Verse 4]
Then one fine day, said Buster Jinks
E
As he throwed his seago down
"I'm tired of cowpiography
A
And as allows I'm a goin' to town."
[Verse 6]
They saddles 'er up and hits for the road
E
And it warn't no sign of a ride
For them was the days that an old cowhand
A
Could oil up his insides
[Verse 7]
They started at a Kentucky Bar
E
At the head of Whiskey Row
They winds 'er up the Depot House
A
Some forty drinks below
[Verse 8]
They sets 'er up and turns 'er around
E
And goes the other way
I'll tell you the Lords-forsaken truth
A
Them boys got drunk that day
[Verse 9]
As they was a headin' back to the camp
E
Packin' a pretty good load
Well who should they meet but the Devil himself
A
Come a-prancin' down the road
[Verse 10]
Now the Devil he said you coward skunks
E
Had better go hunt you a hole
'Cause I come up from the Hell bring muck
A
To gather in your souls
[Verse 11]
Said Buster Jinks "were just from town
E
Feelin' kinda tight
And you ain't gonna get no cowboy souls
A
Without some kind of a fight."
[Verse 12]
So he punches a hole in his old throw rope
E
Slings it straight and true
He ropes the Devil right around the horns
A
And he take his slack up too
[Verse 13]
Now Sandy Bob was a reita man
E
With his rope all coiled up neat
But he shakes her out, throws out a loop
A
And he ropes the Devils hind feet
[Verse 14]
Well they throwed him down on the desert ground
E
While the irons was a gettin' hot
They cropped his horns, loped off his ears
A
And branded him up a lot
[Verse 15]
They pruned him up with a dehornin' saw
E
And knotted his tail for a joke
Rode off and left him bellerin' there
A
Necked up to a live Jack oak
[Verse 16]
Well if you're up in the Sierra Peaks
E
And you hear one awful wail
You'll know it ain't nothin' but the Devil himself
N. C.
.......Raisin' hell 'bout them knots in his tail
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Rosario Peredo
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