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THE OLD TRAIL

Oh come along, boys, and to my tale,
tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
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Come yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a forty saddle,
I was ridin', and a Texas cattle.
We left ol' October twenty-third
up the trail with the U-2 herd.
I'm up in the before daylight,
And before I sleep the moon bright.
It's bacon and most every day,
I'd just as be eating prairie hay.
I woke up one on the Chisholm trail,
With a in my hand and a cow by the tail,
Last on guard, and the leader broke the ranks,
I hit my horse the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, it's in the west, and a lookin' like rain,
And my darned old in the wagon again.
Oh the wind commenced to and the rain began to fall,
And it by grab that we was gonna lose 'em all.
I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed the horn,
The damned cowpuncher ever was born.
I was on my horse, and a going on the run,
The quickest shootin' cowboy ever pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring rain,
And I swear, by God, I'll night herd again.
I and I hollered, and I done pretty well,
the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm going to the to draw my money,
into town to see my honey.
I to the boss to get my roll,
He figured me out dollars in the hole.
So I'll sell my outfit as as I can,
And I punch cows for no damn man.
So I old baldy and I hung up my saddle,
And I bid to the longhorn cattle.