The Song of the Ox Driver

The Song of the Ox Driver - Peter Morse/Jean Amos

It was early in October o

I hitched my team in order o

To ride the hills of saludio

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo ya to me rol

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

I 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 pull and we're on hard ground

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo to me rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

When I got there the hills were steep

To make any tender person weep

To hear me course and pop my whip

And see my oxen pull and slip

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo to me rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

When I get home I'll have revenge

I'll have my family have my friends

I'll say goodbye to the whip and line

And drive no more in the wintertime

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo to me rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo