Come along boys and listen to my tale, I’ll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail. Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea, Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea. Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle, And I’m goin’ to punchin’ Texas cattle. Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea, Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea. I wake in the mornin’ afore daylight, And afore I sleep the moon shines bright. Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea, Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea. It’s cloudy in the north, a-lookin’ like rain, And my durned old slicker’s in the wagon again.
