~ The Railroad Corral ~

It's up in the morning at breaking of day
The chuck wagon's busy the flapjacks in play
The herd is astir over hillside and dale
And the night rider's rounding them up for the trail.

[chorus] Whoop tee oreeay, whoop tee oreeay
Swing out your rawhide and give it full play
Come roust out your steers from the long chapporal
For the outfit is off for the railroad corral.

The sun circles upwards, the steers as they plod
Are pounding to powder the hot prairie sod.
You think as the dust makes you dizzy and sick
That you'll never reach noon and the cool shady crick.
[chorus]
Come take up our cinches, come shake out your reins
Come wake your old bronco and break for the plains
Come roust out your steers from the long chaparral
For it's all in the drive to the railroad corral.
[chorus]
The longest of days must reach evening at last
The hills are all climbed and the creeks are all passed.
The tired herd droops in the yellowing light
Let them droop if they will for the railroad's in sight.
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