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Ol' Chisholm Trail

Written By: Unknown
Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans
Copyright © 1999 KIDiddles.com

Well, come along, friends,
And listen to my tale,
I'll tell you 'bout my troubles
On the ol' Chisholm Trail,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

Two-dollar hoss
And a forty-dollar saddle,
And I'm goin' a-punchin'
Those Texas cattle.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

I can ride any hoss
In the wild and woolly West,
I can ride 'im, I can rope 'im,
I can make 'im do his best.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

Woke up one morn
On the ol' Chisholm Trail,
With my head on a hoss
And a cow by the tail,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

Well, it's bacon and beans
'Most ev'ry day,
I'd just as soon be eatin'
That ol' prairie hay.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

It's cloudy in the west,
And it looks like rain,
And my darned ol' slicker's
In the wagon again.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

It's raining like mad
And it's gittin' mighty cold,
And these long-horned son-o-guns
Are gittin' hard to hold.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

I hunted up my boss
To draw my roll,
He told me I was
Nine dollars in the hole.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

Goin' to sell my hoss,
Goin' to sell my saddle,
Goin' to tell my boss
He can keep his cattle.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

Goin' back to town
To draw my money,
Then I'm goin' back home
For to see my honey.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

No more a cow puncher
To sleep at my ease,
Mid the crawlin' of the lice
And the bitin' of the fleas.
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.

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, yippy-ippy, ay, yippy, ay,
Come a ti, yi, yippy-ippy, ay.