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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 167
For they tell of another great owner Who is nigh overstocked, so they say,
But who always makes room for the sinner Who strays from the bright narrow way.
THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL
Come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya.
I started up the trail October twenty-third. I started up the trail with the 2-U herd.
Oh, a ten dollar hoss and a forty dollar saddle,— And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle.
I woke up one morning on the old Chisholm trail, Rope in my hand and a cow by the tail.
I'm up in the mornin' afore daylight And afore I sleep the moon shines bright.
Old Ben Bolt was a blamed good boss,
But he'd go to see the girls on a sore-backed hoss.