Tex Ritter - Old Chisholm Trail lyrics

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Tex Ritter - Old Chisholm Trail lyrics

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 goin' to punchin' 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 mornin' 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-lookin' 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 pourin' 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 goin' 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-eatin' 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 Goin' back to town to draw my money Goin' 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 punchin' 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

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