I've been a grubbin on a little farm
on the flat and windy plains
I've been listening to hungry cattle bowl
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
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Well, my hogs and pigs are squeelin'
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
bend the bay horse and them black (?)
And we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
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Well my wife gets sort of ailin
When that mean old dust is sailin
And she wishes for the days beyond recall
If the work there's in the future
in that north Pacific land
So we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall