Old Chisholm Trail

                                  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.



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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.



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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.



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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.



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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.



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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.



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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.



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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.