Mean as Hell

The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings
And the Devil said now I got all what's needed
Lengthened the horns of the Texas steer
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so poor
The wild boar roams on a black chaparral
But the Devil went down to look at the truck
The red pepper grows upon the banks of the brook
Too hot for the Devil, too hot for men
My hands are calloused July to July

So trade was closed and deed was given
And the Lord went back to his home in Heaven
So I have to be, mean as Hell

So he asked the Lord if he had on hand

But in order to get it off his hand

And if you sit down you'll need have soles on your pants
He began by putting thorns all over the trees
He neither complain nor did he groan
It's a Hell of a place that he has for a Hell
I shot me a calf and I cut off her head
I use a big dipper to navigate by

The Lord said yes there's a plenty on hand
And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck
Fight off the wolves to drink from my well
For after lookin' that over carefully and well
A sheep herder came and put up a fence
I don't think you could use it as the Hell anymore
The Mexican use it in all that he cook
The heat in the summers are hundred and ten
Put an addition to the rabbits ear
Without being chained in a prison pen
Just dine it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout
The rattlesnake bites you the scorpion stings
I saw him one day but I ain't seen him since
Neither me nor my pony's got a pedigree
I've Hell on the inside as well as the out

I'll ride him to death and when he is fell

Anything left when he made this land
But was determined to start a Hell of his own

But he takes me where I'm wantin' to be
Where he could torment the souls of men
He scattered tarantulas along the road
They rise in chime with the five thirty bell
I'll get me another one, mean as Hell
But if you need any mutton we got mutton to sell
Put a little Devil in the bronco steed
The Lord promised the Devil to water the land

'Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are wantin' to be fed
The sunburst are there and so the ants

But I left it down by the Rio Grande
He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas
He said this place is too dry for Hell
To make it good Hell and he succeeded

And poisoned the feet of the centipede
We're cowpunchers and we're mean as Hell
Put thorns on cactus and horns on toad