0 I've been a-grubbin' in a little farm
Ao a flat and windy plain,
I've been a-listenin' 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 coming fall.

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I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this coming fall.(x2)
Where the good rain falls a-plenty
Where the crops and orcherds grow
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this coming fall.

Well, my land is dry and cracklin'
And my chickens they are a- cacklin'
‘Cause the dirt and dust is a-getting' in their craw.
They've been layin' flint-rock eggs,
I had to bust ‘em with a sledge.
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this coming fall.

Chorus

Well, the hogs and pigs are squellin',
They're a-rockin' and a-reelin',
‘Cause there ain”t no water to water in their draw.
I'm gonna grab one by his tail,
I'm gonna take him down the western trail.
And we'll hit that Oregon trail this coming fall.

Chorus

Now, my good old horse is boney,
Yes he's dry and hungry too,
You can see his ribs three quarters of a mile.
Throw the kids upon his back,
And the bay horse and the black
And we'll hit that Oregon trail this coming fall.

Chorus

Well. My wife gets sort of ailin'
When that mean old dust is sailin'
And she wishes for the day beyond recall.
If the work there's in the future
In that North Pacific land
So we'll hit that Oregon trail this coming fall.

Chorus

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