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