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THE OLD CHISHOLM

Oh along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
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Come a-ti yi youpy yea youpy yea
a-ti yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a dollar 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 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 broke the ranks,
I hit my horse the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' 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 in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn,
The best damned cowpuncher 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 pouring down rain,
And I swear, by God, never night herd 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 went to the 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 sold old baldy and I up my saddle,
And I bid to the longhorn cattle.