ฟังเพลงThe Devil's Great Grandson

The Devil's Great Grandson - Roy Rogers

Old Skyball Paint was the devil's saint

His eyes were a fiery red

Good men have tried this horse to ride

And all of them are dead

Now I won't brag but I rode this nag

Till his blood began to boil

Then I hit the ground and ate three pound

Of good old western soil

Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad

I'm the devil's great grandson

And I'm doin' my best to tame the west

With my great big forty-four gun

I swore by heck

I'd break his neck for the jolt he gave my pride

I threw my noose on that old cayuse and once more took a ride

He turned around and soon

I found his tail where his head should be

So I says says I Perhaps he's shy or he just don't care for me

Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad

I'm the devil's great grandson

And I'm doin' my best to tame the west

With my great big forty-four gun

In town you see just to have a spree when

I meets old Sheriff Jim

With fistic fun and my big six-gun

I buys the town from him

For a whoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar

Then I ask for a bill of sale

But my face turned red cause the contract said just thirty days in jail

Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad

I'm the devil's great grandson

And I'm doin' my best to tame the west

With my great big forty-four gun

Where the greasewood bats wear

Stetson hats and the bad men all run free

Where they sold the jail at a bargain sale

That's the land for me

Where the desert ants wear buckskin pants and help me rule the land

With the ants and the bats and my two gats

I'll rule with an iron hand

Singin' Hi-ho lad don't you make me mad

I'm the devil's great grandson

And I'm doin' my best to tame the west

With my great big forty-four gun