The Old Chisholm Trail ~ LyricsCome along, boys, and listen to my tale, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, I started up the trail October twenty-third, Oh, a ten dollar hoss and a forty dollar saddle,-- I woke up one morning on the old Chisholm trail, I'm up in the mornin' afore daylight Old Ben Bolt was a blamed good boss, Old Ben Bolt was a fine old man My hoss throwed me off at the creek called Mud, Last time I saw him he was going cross the level It's cloudy in the West, a-looking like rain, Crippled my hoss, I don't know how, We hit Caldwell and we hit her on the fly, No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain, Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle, Last night I was on guard and the leader broke the ranks, The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall, I jumped in the saddle and grabbed holt the horn, I popped my foot in the stirrup and gave a little yell, I don't give a damn if they never do stop; Foot in the stirrup and hand on the horn, I herded and I hollered and I done very well, Stray in the herd and the boss said kill it, We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars, Oh it's bacon and beans most every day,-- I'm on my best horse and I'm goin' at a run, I went to the wagon to get my roll, I went to the boss to draw my roll, I'll sell my outfit just as soon as I can, Goin' back to town to draw my money, With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya,
The Old Chisholm Trail (Mus. Not.) Come a-long, boys, and list-en to my tale, I'll REFRAIN Co-ma ti yi you-pe, you-pe ya, you-pe ya,
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