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THE OLD CHISHOLM

Oh along, boys, and listen to my tale,
tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
(chorus)
Come a-ti yi youpy yea youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a forty saddle,
I was ridin', and a punchin' cattle.
We ol' Texas October twenty-third
Drivin' up the with the U-2 herd.
I'm up in the morning daylight,
And before I sleep the shine bright.
It's bacon and most every day,
I'd just as be eating prairie hay.
I woke up one morning on the 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 down the and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain,
And my darned old slicker's in the again.
Oh the commenced to blow 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 damned ever was born.
I was on my best horse, and a 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,
the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm going to the ranch to my money,
Goin' town to see my honey.
I to the boss 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.