Oregon Trail - Woody Guthrie

I been a grubbin' on a little farm on the flat and windy plains

I been a list’nin to the hungry cattle bawl

I’m gonna pack my wife and kids

I’m gonna hit that western road

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fall

Chrous

Now, my true love she gets ailin'

When this dry old dust gets sailin'

And she wishes for the days beyond recall

If we work hard there’s a future

In that north Pacific land

I’m gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall

Well my land is dry and cracklin'

And my chickens they’re a cacklin'

'Cause this dirt and dust is getting' in their craw

They been layin' flint rock eggs

I got to bust 'em with a sledge

I got to hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall

Yes, my hogs and pigs are squealin'

They’re a rockin' and a reelin'

'Cause there ain’t no mud to waller in the draw

I’m gonna grab them by their tails

Take them down that western trail

I’m gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall

Well, my good old horse in bony

And he’s tired and lonsesome too

You can count his ribs three quarters of a mile

Throw my bedroll on his back

Both the bay horse and the black

I’m gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fall

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall

Where that good rain falls a plenty

Where the crops and orchards grow

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall