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Our Singing Country
Chorus:
To my rol, to rol, to my rideo, To my rol, to rol, to my rideo. To my rideo, to my rudeo, To my rol, to my rol, to my rideo.
3  When I got there the hills were steep, 'Twould make any tender-hearted person weep To hear me cuss and pop my whip,
To see my oxen pull and slip.
4  When I get home I'll have revenge, I'll land my family among my friends, Pll bid adieu to the whip and line And drive no more in the wintertime.
YO SOY DE LA TIERRA
g. No. 7. Refugio Castillo, Cotulla, Texas, Feb., 1934.
The song of a carreteray or ox-driver, from northern Mexico. The sense of it seems to be: "I'm from a far country where you can't see the sunrise. Little girl, pray God that I don't die [on the road], I'm leaving now, God knows if I'll get back."