The Devil's Grandson

The Devil’s Great Grandson

Old Sky Ball 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.