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Come along boys and listen to my tale,
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And I’ll tell you ‘bout my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail.
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Come a-ti-yi whoop-a-li yip-I ay,
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Come a-ti-yi whoop-a-li-ay.
Well, I started up the trail October twenty-third,
Started up the trail on a U-Bar herd.
With a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle,
I'm going out punchin' them Texas cattle.
I woke up one morning on the Chisholm Trail,
A ry rope in my hand and a heffer by the tail.
It's cloudy in the west and it looks like rain,
And my danged old slicker's in the wagon again.
With my feet in the stirrups and my hand on the horn,
I'm the best danged cowboy ever was born.
I met a pretty gal and I offered her a quarter,
She said "young man I'm a gentleman's daughter".
I took that quarter and I put it in her hand,
She said "young man let's see it stand"
Well, I went to the boss and I hit him for my roll,
He me figured nine dollars in the hole.
With my seat in the saddle and my head in the sky,
Gonna quit cow punchin' in the sweet by and by.
Come a-ti-yi whoop-a-li yip-I ay, Come a-ti-yi whoop-a-li-ay,
Come a-ti-yi whoop-a-li yip-I ay, Come a-ti-yi whoop-a-li-ay.
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