First Covered Wagon 歌詞
First Covered Wagon - Jimmie Driftwood
Oh the first covered wagon that ever did travel
From the mighty Mississippi to the California gravel
Was loaded with a pair of Yankee-doodle hinges
To swing that Golden Gate
They left St Louis the roosters were a-crowing
When they topped the Rocky Mountains
The sun was still a-showing
And the old ox team kept puffing and a-blowing
Till they reached that Golden Gate
The driver of the team was mighty bad to stutter
And the Indian chiefs thought
He really was a cutter
When he milked a buffalo
And made a big jug o' butter
And greased his wagon and ate
The first covered wagon that ever did travel
From the mighty Mississippi
To the California gravel
Was loaded with a pair of Yankee-doodle hinges
To swing that Golden Gate
Oh about midnight
When the earth began to quiver
He took a dose o' pills
For he thought it was his liver
Then he dreamed of the girls
On the Mississippi river
And he dreamed of the Golden Gate
The lightning flashed
The thunder kept a-bragging
And the old ox team started
Pushing on the wagon
A wheel came off
And the axle started dragging
In the mud on the Golden Gate
The driver of the team
Got a mighty clever notion
Jumped in the water
And he made a big commotion
Drove his nails in the bottom of the ocean
And he swung that Golden Gate
The first covered wagon that ever did travel
From the mighty Mississippi
To the California gravel
Was loaded with a pair of Yankee-doodle hinges
To swing that Golden Gate