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THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL |
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OME 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.
Old Ben Bolt was a fine old man And you'd know there was whiskey wherever he'd land. |
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