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Michael Martin Murphey
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The Old Chisolm Trail
Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale, I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail. (chorus) Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle, I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle. We left ol' Texas October twenty-third Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd. I'm up in the morning before daylight, And before I sleep the moon shine bright. It's bacon and beans most every day, I'd just as soon be eating prairie hay. I woke up one morning on the Chisholm trail, With a rope in my hand and a cow by the tail, Last night on guard, and the leader broke the ranks, I hit my horse down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks. Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain, And my darned old slicker's in the wagon again. Oh the wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And it looked by grab that we was gonna lose 'em all. I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn, The best damned cowpuncher ever was born. I was on my best horse, and a going on the run, The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun. No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain, And I swear, by God, I'll never night herd again. I herded and I hollered, and I done pretty well, Till the boss said, 'Boys, just let 'em go to Hell.' I'm going to the ranch to draw my money, Goin' into town to see my honey. I went to the boss to get my roll, He figured me out nine dollars in the hole. So I'll sell my outfit as fast as I can, And I won't punch cows for no damn man. So I sold old baldy and I hung up my saddle, And I bid farewell to the longhorn cattle.
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