The Old Chisholm Trail
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Come along boys and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle,
And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
I wake in the mornin' afore daylight,
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's pourin' down rain,
And I swear, by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle,
I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
I don't give a darn if they never do stop;
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars,
And that was the last of the old Two Bars.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day,
I'd as soon be a-eatin' prairie hay.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
I went to the boss to draw my roll,
He had it figgered out I was nine dollars in the hole.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Goin' back to town to draw my money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
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