But if you need any mutton we got mutton to sell
I've Hell on the inside as well as the out
Neither me nor my pony's got a pedigree
It's a Hell of a place that he has for a Hell
The Mexican use it in all that he cook
Put a little Devil in the bronco steed
I'll ride him to death and when he is fell
So he asked the Lord if he had on hand
The heat in the summers are hundred and ten
Put an addition to the rabbits ear
Lengthened the horns of the Texas steer
He began by putting thorns all over the trees
I use a big dipper to navigate by
He neither complain nor did he groan
But in order to get it off his hand
I don't think you could use it as the Hell anymore
Fight off the wolves to drink from my well
I shot me a calf and I cut off her head
So trade was closed and deed was given
And the Devil said now I got all what's needed
The Lord said yes there's a plenty on hand
The red pepper grows upon the banks of the brook
But the Devil went down to look at the truck
He scattered tarantulas along the road
And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck
But was determined to start a Hell of his own
Without being chained in a prison pen
The sunburst are there and so the ants
To make it good Hell and he succeeded
They rise in chime with the five thirty bell
Anything left when he made this land
For after lookin' that over carefully and well
He mixed up the sand with millions of fleas
And the Lord went back to his home in Heaven
'Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are wantin' to be fed
Put thorns on cactus and horns on toad
Too hot for the Devil, too hot for men
A sheep herder came and put up a fence
The Lord promised the Devil to water the land
The rattlesnake bites you the scorpion stings
The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings
So I have to be, mean as Hell
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
But he takes me where I'm wantin' to be
I'll get me another one, mean as Hell
We're cowpunchers and we're mean as Hell
The wild boar roams on a black chaparral
Where he could torment the souls of men
Just dine it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout
I saw him one day but I ain't seen him since
He said this place is too dry for Hell
And poisoned the feet of the centipede
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so poor
My hands are calloused July to July
And if you sit down you'll need have soles on your pants
