Old Chisholm Trail

(Ya ya, hey) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Ay, ooh) Boot heel dusty, pay in my sight South road tugging at the reins all night Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea Old Chisholm Trail got my mouth runnin brave Come along, boys, and listen to my tale I’ll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail I started up the trail October twenty third I started up the trail with the 2 U herd Ten dollar hoss, forty dollar saddle Thin bedroll tied and a rope fit to rattle Split boot sole, cinch rubbed red Boss said move, so I nodded my head No rich man shine, no polish on me Just grit in my teeth and dust to the knee Hat brim low, bag still light But I rode that herd through another hard night Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea (Youpy yea) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Hey, hey) Push that herd, keep dust on the wheel Rope burn red, still earnin my meal Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea (Youpy yea) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Ooh, ay) Kick up dirt, keep hands on the rein Laugh at the ache, then ride it again “Come along, boys, and listen to my tale” “I’ll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail” (Yip, hoo, ahh) I woke up one morning on the old Chisholm Trail Rope in my hand and a cow by the tail Stray in the herd and the boss said to kill it So I shot him in the rump with the handle of the skillet My hoss throwed me off at the creek called Mud Face hit grit by the 2 U herd Mud took my hat, creek took my pride I came up grinnin with my rope still tied Last time I saw him, he crossed the level Kicking up his heels and running with the devil Clouds in the west, looking all rain My darned old slicker’s in the wagon again Wind got rough, rain came wide Hooves went clack on the slipping mud side I jumped in the saddle, grabbed holt of the horn Best darned cowpuncher that ever was born Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea (Youpy yea) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Hey, hey) Push that herd, keep dust on the wheel Rope burn red, still earnin my meal Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea (Youpy yea) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Ooh, ay) Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle I hung and rattled with them longhorn cattle “We rounded ’em up and put ’em on the cars” “And that was the last of the old Two Bars” (Mmm, yip, hoo) Goin’ to the boss to git my money Goin’ back south to see my honey Rail cars gone, dust laid low Aching in my bones, but I made that roll Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea (Youpy yea) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Hey, hey) Pay in my pocket, mud on my boots Trail got teeth, but I kept my boots Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea (Youpy yea) Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea (Ooh, mm hmm) With my hand on the horn and my seat in the sky I’ll quit herding cows in the sweet by and by