Ox Driver - Odetta
Was early in October-o
Hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills-a Saludio
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro to-me-ro to-my-ri-de-o
I pop my whip I bring the blood
I make my leaders take the mud
We grab the wheels
And we turn them around
One more pull
And we're on hard ground
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro to-me-ro to-my-ri-de-o
When I got there the hills were steep
Would make a tender person weep
To hear me curse and pop my whip
And see my oxen pull and slip
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro to-me-ro to-my-ri-de-o
When I get home
I'll have revenge
I'll have my family
I'll have my friends
I'll say good-bye to the whip and line
I'll drive no more in the wintertime
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro to-me-ro to-my-ri-de-o
It was early in October-o
Hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills-a Saludio
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol to-me-rol to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro to-me-ro to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro to-me-ro to-my-ri-de-o