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THE OLD CHISHOLM

Oh along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' trail.
(chorus)
Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea yea
a-ti yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a forty saddle,
I was ridin', and a Texas cattle.
We ol' Texas October twenty-third
Drivin' up the trail 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 soon be prairie hay.
I woke up one morning on the 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 down the 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 began to fall,
And it looked by grab we was gonna lose 'em all.
I jumped in the an' I grabbed a-hold the horn,
The damned cowpuncher ever was born.
I was on my horse, and a going on the run,
The quickest shootin' that ever pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring rain,
And I swear, by God, I'll never herd again.
I herded and I hollered, and I done well,
Till the said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm to the ranch 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 my outfit as fast 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.