Cowboy Songs And Other Frontier Ballads

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G 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.