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THE OLD CHISHOLM

Oh come along, boys, and to my tale,
I'll you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
(chorus)
Come a-ti yi youpy yea youpy yea
Come yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten horse and a forty dollar saddle,
I was ridin', and a punchin' cattle.
We ol' Texas October twenty-third
Drivin' up the trail 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 rope in my and a cow by the tail,
Last night on guard, and the broke the ranks,
I hit my down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain,
And my old slicker's in the wagon again.
Oh the wind commenced to blow and the rain to fall,
And it looked by that we was gonna lose 'em all.
I jumped in the an' I grabbed a-hold the horn,
The best cowpuncher ever was born.
I was on my horse, and a going on the run,
The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's down rain,
And I swear, by God, I'll night herd again.
I herded and I hollered, and I done well,
Till the said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm going to the to draw my money,
Goin' town to see my honey.
I went to the to get my roll,
He figured me out dollars in the hole.
So sell my outfit as fast as I can,
And I punch cows for no damn man.
So I old baldy and I hung up my saddle,
And I bid farewell to the cattle.