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The Old Chisholm Trail |
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I went to the boss to draw my roll,
He had it figgercd out I was nine dollars in the hole.
I'll sell my outfit just as soon as I can, I won't punch cattle for no damned man.
Goin' back to town to draw my money, Goin' back home to see my honey.
With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky, I'll quit punching cows in the sweet by and by.
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya. |
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