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1.Well, come along, boys, and listen to my tale;
2.With a ten-dollar horse and a forty-dollar saddle, I
tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail. Come a (chorus)
started in herding these Texas cattle. Come a (chorus)
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ti yi yippy, yippy yay, yippy yay, Come a
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ti yi yippy, yippy yay.
3. I'm up in the morning before daylight;
Before I sleep the moon shines bright.
4. Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day;
We'll soon be eating this prairie hay.
5. With my seat in the saddle
and my hand on the horn,
I'm the best cowpuncher
that ever was born.
6. No chaps, no slicker,
and it's pourin' down rain;
I swear I'll never night-herd again.
7. A stray in the herd
and the boss said, "Kill it!"
So I shot it in the rump
with the handle of a skillet.
8. I went to the boss to draw my roll,
And he had me figured out
nine dollars in the hole.
9. Me and my boss we had a little spat,
So I hit him in the face
with my ten-gallon hat.
10. I'm going to sell my horse,
going to sell my saddle,
'Cause I'm tired of punching
these Longhorn cattle.
11. With my knees in the saddle
and seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows
in the sweet by-and-by.
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