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Chorus:
To my rol, to rol, to my rideo, To my rol, to rol, to my rideo. To my rideo, to my rudeo, To my rol, to my rol, to my rideo.
3 When I got there the hills were steep, 'Twould make any tender-hearted person weep To hear me cuss and pop my whip,
To see my oxen pull and slip.
4 When I get home I'll have revenge, I'll land my family among my friends, Pll bid adieu to the whip and line And drive no more in the wintertime. |
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YO SOY DE LA TIERRA
g. No. 7. Refugio Castillo, Cotulla, Texas, Feb., 1934.
The song of a carreteray or ox-driver, from northern Mexico. The sense of it seems to be: "I'm from a far country where you can't see the sunrise. Little girl, pray God that I don't die [on the road], I'm leaving now, God knows if I'll get back." |
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