Lyrics
Oh, come along boys and listen to my tale
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail
Chorus
Come a ti-yi yippee yippee yea, yippee yea
Come a ti-yi yippee yippee yea
On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
I was ridin' and a-punchin' Texas cattle
We left ol' Texas October twenty-third
Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd
I'm up every mornin' before daylight
And before I sleep the moon shines bright
It's bacon and beans most every day
I'd just as soon be eatin' prairie hay
I woke up one mornin' on the Chisholm trail
With a rope in my hand and a cow by the tail
Oh, it's cloudy in the west and a-lookin' like rain
And my old slicker's in the wagon again
Oh the wind start to blow and the rain it did fall
And it looked to us cowpokes like we'd lose 'em all
I jumped in the saddle and grabbed hold the horn
The best cowpuncher that ever was born
I was on my best horse, and she started to run
The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun