In a few more days – I get to go and roam
Me ‘n’ the other cattle – and a bay and a sorrel and a roan
Headin’ to the north – just like in the good ole days
We’ll walk for a few ole miles, then find a pasture and graze
We’ll bed down there at night – at daybreak we’re on the move
Lots and lots of hoofprints made – in dirt by many hooves
Drovers ride in the dust – and bed down on the ground
Cattle lowing in the night – fall asleep to the sound
Why do we undertake – this task so rare and bold?
Why do it this-a-way – as they did in days of old?
So we’ll remember how it was – in the days before the rail
As we educate and celebrate – the Old Chisholm Trail