作词：John Mceuen

作曲：John Mceuen

Well come along friends

And listen to my tale

I'll tell you 'bout my troubles

On the ol' Chisholm Trail

Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay yippy ay

Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

Two-dollar hoss

And a forty-dollar saddle

And I'm goin' a-punchin'

Those Texas cattle

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Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

I can ride any hoss

In the wild and woolly West

I can ride 'im I can rope 'im

I can make 'im do his best

Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay yippy ay

Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

Woke up one morn

On the ol' Chisholm Trail

With my head on a hoss

And a cow by the tail

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Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

Well it's bacon and beans

'Most ev'ry day

I'd just as soon be eatin'

That ol' prairie hay

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Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

It's cloudy in the west

And it looks like rain

And my darned ol' slicker's

In the wagon again

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Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

It's raining like mad

And it's gittin' mighty cold

And these long-horned son-o-guns

Are gittin' hard to hold

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Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

I hunted up my boss

To draw my roll

He told me I was

Nine dollars in the hole

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Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay

Goin' to sell my hoss

Goin' to sell my saddle

Goin' to tell my boss

He can keep his cattle

Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay yippy ay

Come a ti yi yippy-ippy ay