The Old Chisholm Trail

(albüm: Salutes The American Cowboy / Songs Of The American Cowboy - 1982)

Come along boys and listen to my tale
I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle
And I'm going to punching Texas cattle

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

I wake in the morning afore daylight
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

It's cloudy in the west, a-looking like rain
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon again

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain
And I swear, by gosh, I'll never night-herd again

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle
I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall
Hit looked, by grab, like we was going to lose 'em all

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

I don't give a darn if they never do stop;
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars
And that was the last of the old Two Bars

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day
I'd as soon be a-eating prairie hay

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

I went to the boss to draw my roll
He had it figgered out I was nine dollars in the hole

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Going back to town to draw my money
Going back home to see my honey

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky
I'll quit punching cows in the sweet by and by

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea