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along boys and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you 'bout my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail. Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and
a forty-dollar saddle,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
I wake in the mornin' afore
daylight,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin'
like rain,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Woke up one morn on the ol'
Chisholm Trail,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Feet in the stirrups and seat
in the saddle,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
The wind commenced to blow,
and the rain began to fall,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
I don't give a darn if they
never do stop;
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
We rounded 'em up and put
'em on the cars,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Oh, it's bacon and beans most
every day,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
I went to the boss to draw
my roll,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Goin' back to town to draw
my money,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
With my knees in the saddle
and my seat in the sky,
Come a
ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
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One of the oldest of the cowboy songs. It dates back to the years soon after the Civil War when half-wild longhorns were driven from Texas to the shipping points on the new railroads in Kansas. The trail was named after a part Indian trader, Jesse Chisholm. It went from central Texas, through the center
of Oklahoma and into eastern Kansas. Other trails farther to the west eventually
replaced it. There were numerous versions of the song, including some ones
not really suitable for Cub Scouts.
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