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THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL Gene Autry 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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