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THE OLD CHISHOLM

Oh come along, boys, and to my tale,
I'll you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
(chorus)
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' 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 most every day,
I'd just as be eating prairie hay.
I woke up one on the Chisholm 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 shoulders and him in the flanks.
Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a like rain,
And my darned old slicker's in the again.
Oh the wind to blow 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 damned cowpuncher ever was born.
I was on my best horse, and a on the run,
The quickest shootin' cowboy that pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and pouring down rain,
And I swear, by God, never night herd again.
I herded and I hollered, and I done well,
Till the boss said, "Boys, 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 sell my as fast as I can,
And I won't punch cows for no man.
So I sold old and I hung up my saddle,
And I bid farewell to the cattle.