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I've been a grubbin' on a little farm On the flat and windy plains I've been listening to hungry cattle bawl I'm gonna pack my wife and kids I'm gonna hit that western road I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Chorus: I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Where the good rain falls a-plenty And the crops and orchards grow I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Well, my land is dry and cracklin' And my chickens they're a-cacklin' 'Cause the dirt and dust is gettin' in their craw They been layin flint rock eggs I had to bust 'em with a sledge I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Repeat Chorus Well, my hogs and pigs are squealin' They're a-rockin' and a-reelin' 'Cause there ain't no water to water in the draw I'm gonna grab one by his tail I'm gonna take that western trail And we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Now, my good old horse is boney Yes, he's dry and hungry too You can see his ribs three-quarters of a mile Throw my kids up on his back And the bay horse and the black And we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Repeat Chorus Well, my wife gets sort of ailin' When that mean old dust is sailin' And she wishes for the days beyond recall If there's work there in the future In that North Pacific land So we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Repeat Chorus |
