The Brothers Four - The Song Of The Ox Drivers lyrics

To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To my rideo, to my rodeo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo. It was early in October-o I hitched my team in order-o To ride the hills of Saludio To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo. I 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 pull and we're on hard ground. When I got there the hills were steep 'T would make any tender person weep To hear me course and pop my whip And see my oxen pull and slip. When I get home I'll have revenge I'll have my family, I'll have my friends I'll say goodbye to the whip and line And drive no more in the wintertime...