Crack the whip and bring the
blood.
Make the leaders take the mud.
We've got the wheels and we turn them around.
One long hard pull and we're on hard ground,
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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 me rol to me rol to my rideo
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On the fourteenth day of
October-o,
I hitched my team in order-o
To try the hills Of Saludio
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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 me rol to me rol to my rideo
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When I got there, the hills were
steep,
Would make another person weep
To hear me cuss and crack my whip.
And see the oxen pull and slip.
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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 me rol to me rol to my rideo
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When I get home among my friends,
That's where my toil and trouble ends
And bid adieu To the whip and line.
And ride no more in the winter time.
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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 me rol to me rol to my rideo
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