Текст песни The Song Of The Ox Driver - The Brothers Four
To
me
rol,
to
me
rol,
to
my
rideo
To
me
rol,
to
me
rol,
to
my
rideo
To
my
rideo,
to
my
rodeo
To
me
rol,
to
me
rol,
to
my
rideo.
It
was
early
in
October-o
I
hitched
my
team
in
order-o
To
ride
the
hills
of
Saludio
To
me
rol,
to
me
rol,
to
my
rideo.
I
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
pull
and
we're
on
hard
ground.
When
I
got
there
the
hills
were
steep
'T
would
make
any
tender
person
weep
To
hear
me
course
and
pop
my
whip
And
see
my
oxen
pull
and
slip.
When
I
get
home
I'll
have
revenge
I'll
have
my
family,
I'll
have
my
friends
I'll
say
goodbye
to
the
whip
and
line
And
drive
no
more
in
the
wintertime...
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1 The Midnight Special
2 Gilgarry Mountain
3 Whoa, Back. Buck
4 The Thinking Man, John Henry
5 Across the Sea
6 Variation on an Old English Theme
7 I Am a Rovin' Gambler
8 Run, Come, See Jerusalem
9 First Battalion
10 Summertime (From Porgy & Bess)
11 Green Fields
12 Rock Island Line
13 The Song Of The Ox Driver
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