Jimmie Driftwood - Ox Driving Song (How The West Was Won, 1959) | Текст песни

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• Ox Driving Song (How The West Was Won, 1959)

Ox-Driving Song

Pop my whip and I bring the blood
I make the leaders take the mud;
We grab the wheels and we turn them around
One long, long pull and we're on hard ground.

cho: To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To my rideo, to my rudeo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo

On the fourteenth day of October-o
I hitched my team in order-o
To drive the hills of Saludio
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo

When I got there the hills were steep,
'Twould make any tender-hearted person weep
To hear me cuss and pop my whip
And see my oxen pull and slip.

When I get home I'll have revenge,
I'll land my family among my friends.
I'll bid adieu to the whip and line
And drive no more in the wintertime.

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