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, 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 ride-  o, to my rudeo

To me  rol, to me rol, to my  rideo

On the  fourteenth day of October-o

I  hitched my team in order-o

To drive the  hills of Saludio

To me  rol, to me rol, to my  rideo

To me  rol, to me rol, to my rideo . . .

When  I got there the hills were steep,

'Twould  make any tender-hearted person weep

To hear me  cuss and pop my whip

And  see my oxen  pull and slip.

To me  rol, to me rol, to my rideo . . .

When I  get home I'll have revenge,

I'll  land my family among my friends.

I'll bid ad-  ieu to the whip and line

And drive no more in the  wintertime.

To me  rol, to me rol, to my rideo . . .

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