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THE OLD TRAIL

Oh come along, boys, and to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' trail.
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a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar and a forty dollar saddle,
I was ridin', and a punchin' cattle.
We left ol' October twenty-third
Drivin' up the with the U-2 herd.
I'm up in the before daylight,
And I sleep the moon shine bright.
It's bacon and beans most day,
I'd just as soon be eating hay.
I up one morning on the Chisholm trail,
With a in my hand and a cow by the tail,
Last night on guard, and the leader the ranks,
I hit my down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' rain,
And my darned old slicker's in the again.
Oh the wind commenced to and the rain began to fall,
And it looked by grab we was gonna lose 'em all.
I jumped in the saddle an' I a-hold the horn,
The best cowpuncher ever was born.
I was on my horse, and a going on the run,
The quickest cowboy that ever pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and pouring down rain,
And I swear, by God, I'll never night again.
I and I hollered, and I done pretty well,
Till the said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm going to the to draw my money,
into 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 won't punch for no damn man.
So I sold old baldy and I up my saddle,
And I bid farewell to the cattle.