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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 youpy yea yea
a-ti yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar and a forty dollar saddle,
I was ridin', and a punchin' cattle.
We left ol' Texas twenty-third
Drivin' up the with the U-2 herd.
I'm up in the before daylight,
And before I sleep the moon bright.
It's bacon and beans every day,
I'd just as soon be eating hay.
I up one morning on the Chisholm trail,
With a rope in my and a cow by the tail,
night on guard, and the leader 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 darned old slicker's in the again.
Oh the wind commenced to and the rain began to fall,
And it looked by grab that we was lose 'em all.
I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed the horn,
The best damned cowpuncher was born.
I was on my horse, and a going on the run,
The quickest shootin' cowboy ever pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring rain,
And I swear, by God, I'll never night again.
I herded and I hollered, and I done well,
Till the said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm going to the ranch to my money,
Goin' town to see my honey.
I went to the to get my roll,
He figured me out nine in the hole.
So I'll sell my outfit as as I can,
And I won't cows for no damn man.
So I old baldy and I hung up my saddle,
And I bid to the longhorn cattle.