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The herd is astir o'er hillside and vale,
With the night riders rounding them into the trail.
Oh, come take up your cinches, come shake out
your reins; Come wake your old bronco and break for the
plains; Come roust out your steers from the long chaparral, For the outfit is off to the railroad corral.
The sun circles upward; the steers as they plod Are pounding to powder the hot prairie sod; And it seems, as the dust makes you dizzy and sick, That we'll never reach noon and the cool shady
creek. But tie up your kerchief and ply up your nag; Come dry up your grumbles and try not to lag; Come with your steers from the long chaparral, For we're far on the road to the railroad corral.
The afternoon shadows are starting to lean, When the chuck-wagon sticks in the marshy ravine; The herd scatters farther than vision can look, For you can bet all true punchers will help out the
cook. Come shake out your rawhide and snake it up fair; Come break your old bronco to take in his share; Come from your steers in the long chaparral, For 't is the drive to the railroad corral.
But the longest of days must reach evening at last, The hills all climbed, the creeks all past; The tired herd droops in the yellowing light; Let them loaf if they will, for the railroad's in sight.

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III