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Ox-Driving Song 
Ox-Driving Song 
Pop my whip and I bring the blood I make the leaders take the mud; We grab the wheels and we turn them around One long, long pull and we're on hard ground. 
cho: To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To my rideo, to my rudeo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo 
On the fourteenth day of October-o I hitched my team in order-o To drive the hills of Saludio To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo 
When I got there the hills were steep, 'Twould make any tender-hearted person weep To hear me cuss and pop my whip And see my oxen pull and slip. 
When I get home I'll have revenge, I'll land my family among my friends. I'll bid adieu to the whip and line And drive no more in the wintertime. 
From The Burl Ives Song Book