Текст песни Ox Driving Song - Jimmie Driftwood

I pop my whip and I bring the blood
I make my oxen take the mud
I grab a wheel and I turn her 'round
Just one long pull and we're on hard ground

Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o
Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o
Tome-a-ride-e-o tome-a-rode-o
Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o

The road is rough and the hills are steep
T'would make a preacher pray and weep
To hear me cuss and pop my whip
And see my oxen slide and slip

Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o
Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o
Tome-a-ride-e-o tome-a-rode-e-o
Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o

I'll be glad when my journey ends
I'll see my family and my friends
I'll say goodbye to the whip and line
And I'll drive no more in the wetter time

Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o
Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o
Tome-a-ride-e-o tome-a-rode-o
Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o