Hold That Critter Down
Sons Of The Pioneers Lyrics


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It's roundup time and the weather's fine
And the strays must all be branded
The irons fry and the dogies cry
But the old man has commanded
So all day long I sing this song
"Hold that critter down!"

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide! Hold him down!

When the sun goes down and the moon comes 'round
To the old cook shack we're headin'
We'll throw the pie in the Chink cook's eye
And tie him up in his beddin'
And make him run to the tune of a gun
So hold that critter down

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide! Hold him down!

I'll head for town when the boss comes 'round
With the back pay that he owes me
Get drunk as sin with my old pal, Jim
And land where the bouncer throws me
Then bet him ten he can't do it again
So hold that critter down

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide! Hold him down!

Back next day with ten minute's pay
Left from the cheque that I drew
The boss said, "Son, you're a son of a gun
But I wish that I was like you"
So I'll burn hair for next month's tear
And hold that critter down!

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So hold that critter down
Burn his hide! Hold him down!





I got him down, now burn his hide

Overall Meaning

The song "Hold That Critter Down" by Sons Of The Pioneers tells the story of a group of cowboys during roundup time, branding strays and singing this song to keep spirits up. The opening line "It's roundup time and the weather's fine" sets the scene for a group of cowboys in the midst of their work. The chorus "Hold him down, burn his hide, there's extra pay for every day, so hold that critter down" refers to the act of branding the stray cattle. The irons are heated and held onto the steer's hide to leave a mark, which must be held in place so that a clear brand is produced. This task is referred to as holding the critter down, and it is necessary so that the animals can be identified in the future as belonging to the ranch.


As the song progresses, the lyrics take on a more humorous and light-hearted tone. The mention of throwing a pie in the cook's eye and tying him up while making him run to the tune of a gun highlights the camaraderie and mischief that can happen between cowboys during their downtime. The last verse shows the cowboy boasting of his accomplishments to the boss, who is impressed by his skill and personality. Overall, the song is a tribute to the hard work, long hours, and unique culture of the American cowboy.


Line by Line Meaning

It's roundup time and the weather's fine
It's time to round up the cattle and the weather is good


And the strays must all be branded
All the stray cattle must be marked with a brand


The irons fry and the dogies cry
The branding irons are hot and the young cattle are making noise


But the old man has commanded
But the boss has ordered us to do it


So all day long I sing this song
So I keep singing this song all day long


"Hold that critter down!"
"Hold that animal still!"


Hold him down, burn his hide
Hold the animal still and burn its skin with the branding iron


There's extra pay for every day
We will get paid extra for every day we work


So hold that critter down
So hold that animal still


Burn his hide! Hold him down!
Burn the animal's skin and hold it still


When the sun goes down and the moon comes 'round
When the sun sets and the moon rises


To the old cook shack we're headin'
We are going to the old cook shack


We'll throw the pie in the Chink cook's eye
We will throw a pie in the Chinese cook's face


And tie him up in his beddin'
And tie him up in his bedding


And make him run to the tune of a gun
And make him run with the sound of a gun


So hold that critter down
So hold that person down


Hold him down, burn his hide
Hold the person down and hurt them


There's extra pay for every day
We will get paid extra for every day we work


So hold that critter down
So hold that person down


Burn his hide! Hold him down!
Hurt him and hold him still


I'll head for town when the boss comes 'round
I will leave for town when the boss comes around


With the back pay that he owes me
With the money that the boss owes me


Get drunk as sin with my old pal, Jim
Get very drunk with my friend Jim


And land where the bouncer throws me
And end up where the bouncer throws me out


Then bet him ten he can't do it again
Then bet him ten dollars that he can't throw me out again


So hold that critter down
So hold that person down


Hold him down, burn his hide
Hold the person down and hurt them


There's extra pay for every day
We will get paid extra for every day we work


So hold that critter down
So hold that person down


Burn his hide! Hold him down!
Hurt him and hold him still


Back next day with ten minute's pay
Back the next day with only ten minutes worth of pay


Left from the cheque that I drew
Left from the paycheck that I received


The boss said, "Son, you're a son of a gun
The boss said, "You are a good worker"


But I wish that I was like you"
But I wish that I was more like you


So I'll burn hair for next month's tear
So I will work hard to get more pay next month


And hold that critter down!
And hold that animal/person down


Hold him down, burn his hide
Hold the animal/person down and hurt them


There's extra pay for every day
We will get paid extra for every day we work


So hold that critter down
So hold that animal/person down


Burn his hide! Hold him down!
Hurt him and hold him still


I got him down, now burn his hide
I got the animal/person down, now hurt them




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Bill Akins


on The Devil's Great Grandson

"The Devil's Great Grandson" (Lyrics)
Recorded by Roy Rogers & The Son's Of The Pioneers
(Lyrics submitted by Bill Akins)

(The Devil's Great Grandson performed by the Sons Of The Pioneers and written by Bob Nolan. The tune was recorded in Los Angeles on December 14, 1937 and the group at that time was Roy Rogers, Bob Nolan, Lloyd Perryman and the Farr brothers.)

Old Skyball 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

(Light group harmony yodel)

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 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

(Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)

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 when 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

(Light group harmony yodel again)

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

(Only Roy Rogers STRONG yodeling, group harmony humming and ahhing along)

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