"Come along boys and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail,
Come a ti yi yip-pee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yip-pee, come a ti yi yea.
On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle.
I wake in the mornin' afore daylight,
Afore I sleep, the moon shines bright,
Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle,
I hung and rattled with them long-horned cattle.
Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day,
I'd as soon be a-eatin' praire hay,
With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by."
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