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THE OLD CHISHOLM

Oh come along, boys, and to my tale,
tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
(chorus)
Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea yea
a-ti yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a dollar saddle,
I was ridin', and a punchin' cattle.
We left ol' Texas twenty-third
up the trail with the U-2 herd.
I'm up in the morning daylight,
And before I sleep the moon bright.
It's bacon and beans most day,
I'd as soon be eating prairie hay.
I up one morning 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 horse the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a 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 grab that we was gonna 'em all.
I in the saddle 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 shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's 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 to the ranch to draw my money,
Goin' town to see my honey.
I to the boss to get my roll,
He me out nine dollars in the hole.
So I'll sell my outfit as as I can,
And I won't punch cows for no man.
So I old baldy and I hung up my saddle,
And I bid to the longhorn cattle.