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THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL 109 |
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THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL
The origin of thb song is unknown. There are several thousand verses to it — the more whiskey the more verses. Every puncher knows a few more verses. Sung from the Canadian line to Mexico.
Come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you of my trouble 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-V herd.
Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle, — And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle.
I woke up one morain' afore daylight, And afore I sleep the moon shines bright.
Old Ben Belt was a blamed good boss,
But he'd go to see the girls on a sore-backed hoss.
Old Ben Bolt was a fine old man, And you'd know there was whiskey wherever he'd land.
My hoss throwed me off at the creek called Mud, My hoss throwed me off round the 2-U herd.
Last time I saw him he was goin' cross the level A-kickin' up his heels and a-runnin' like the devil. |
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