Rooster Hill Lyrics - Dave Dudley

Rooster Hill 

by Ronnie Rogers 

Last saturday night on rooster hill 

I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills 

came home with my champion cock cut all to pieces 

some home made shine made my vision blur 

and I carelessly tied up a pair of spurs 

last saturday night on rooster hill 

I pick Cortez up off the ground 

neck was floppin' he wasn't makin' a sound 

left leg was missing and he was barely breathin' 

I dropped him down in paper sack 

and told old Charlie I'd be coming back 

next saturday night on rooster hill 

so I took Cortez home and laid him in his cage 

he was up and about in a couple of days 

hopin' round and crowing loud revenge 

I feed him steak the rest of the week 

he'd just rip it apart with his angry beak 

got to snapin' the cage wired like a pair of pliers 

look out cortez is coming back 

and he wont be in no paper sack 

he's healed and he's fired up 

for rooster hill 

well saturday night rolled around again 

and i tucked cortez into his portable pin 

and we headed on up to check out the secluded hill 

when we arrived the bones was already rollin 

and you could hear Charlie's big bad gray a crowing 

and sure enough it's saturday night on rooster hill 

we scaled them up and Cortez was light 

and I said that's alright let old one leg fight 

and Charlie gave three to one odds one his big bad gray 

we faced them off and Cortez knew 

he was looking at the bird that spurred and chewed him half away last week 

on rooster hill 

we set 'em down to let 'em scratch 

and it took all I had to hold Cortez back 

he dug a hole deep enough to bury the big gray 

Charlie look at me and said a grand to five 

I said Charlie you're on let them feathers fly 

It's saturday night 

on rooster hill 

look out cortez is coming back 

and he wont be in no paper sack 

he's healed and he's fired up 

for rooster hill 

Earl gives a count and hollers pit 

and cortez flies up to make one fatale hit 

and Charlie kicks his big bad gray in the gully 

he slowly peels off ten big bills 

and I say Charlie old buddy I know how it feels 

this aint my first trip to rooster hill 

It's sunday morning back here on the farm 

things are quiet except around the barn 

it's sunrise and I'm cookin' Cortez a t-bone 

all the bars are closed and the only action 

is my champion cock crowing satisfaction 

and me a count'n my take... 

on Rooster hill