| Lyrics: | Hell in Texas
Oh, the Devil in hell they say he was chained,
And there for a thousand
years he remained;
He neither complained nor did he groan,
But decided he'd start up a
hell of his own,
Where he could torment the souls of men
Without being shut in a prison
pen;
So he asked the Lord if He had any sand
Left over from making this great
land.
The Lord He said, "Yes, I have plenty on hand,
But it's away down south on the
Rio Grande,
And, to tell you the truth, the stuff is so poor
I doubt if 'twill do for hell
any more."
The Devil went down and looked over the truck,
And he said if it came as a gift
he was stuck,
For when he'd examined it carefully and well
He decided the place was too
dry for a hell.
But the Lord just to get the stuff off His hands
He promised the
Devil He'd water the land,
For he had some old water that was of no use,
A regular bog
hole that stunk like the deuce.
So the grant it was made and the deed it was given;
The
Lord He returned to His place up in heaven.
The Devil soon saw he had everything needed
To
make up a hell and so he proceeded.
He scattered tarantulas over the roads,
Put
thorns on the cactus and horns on the toads,
He sprinkled the sands with millions of
ants
So the man that sits down must wear soles on his pants.
He lengthened the horns of
the Texas steer,
And added an inch to the jack rabbit's ear;
He put water puppies in all
of the lakes,
And under the rocks he put rattlesnakes.
He hung thorns and brambles
on all of the trees,
He mixed up the dust with jiggers and fleas;
The rattlesnake bites
you, the scorpion stings,
The mosquito delights you by buzzing his wings.
The heat in the
summer's a hundred and ten,
Too hot for the Devil and too hot for men;
And all who
remained in that climate soon bore
Cuts, bites, stings, and scratches, and blisters
galore.
He quickened the buck of the bronco steed,
And poisoned the feet of the
centipede;
The wild boar roams in the black chaparral
It's a hell of a place that we've
got for a hell.
He planted red pepper beside of the brooks;
The Mexicans use them in all
that they cook.
Just dine with a Greaser and then you will shout,
"I've hell on the inside
as well as the out! "
from American Ballads and Folk Songs, Lomax
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