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Our Singing Country |
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Chorus:
Roll on, boys, roll, don't you roll so slow; Roll on, boys, roll, don't you roll so slow. Ki-o-ho-ho, ki-o-ho-ho, You roll like cattle never rolled before.
2 I am a pore cowboy, Pve got no home, Pm here today and tomorrow Pm gone; Pve got no folks, Pm forced to roam, Where I hang my hat is home, sweet home.
3 If I was as rich as Diamond Joe,
Pd work today and Pd work no mo';
For they work me so hard and they pay so slow
I don't give a durn if I work or no.
4 I left my gal in a Texas shack, And told her I was a-coming back; But I lost at cards, then got in jail,
Then found myself on the Chisholm Trail.
5 Pll stay with the herd till they reach the end, Then I'll draw my time and blow it in; Just one more spree and one more jail,
Then Pll head right back on the lonesome trail.
6 Pll cross old Red at the Texas line,
And head straight back to that gal of mine; Pll sit in the shade and sing my song, And watch the herds as they move along.
7 When my summons come to leave this world, Pll say good-by to my little girl;
I'll fold my hands when I have to go, And say farewell to Diamond Joe. |
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