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Root Hog or Die 
Root Hog or Die 
I am a jolly driver of the Salt Lake City line, I can whip the rascal who would yoke an ox of mine You'd better bring him out; you bet your life I'd try I would sprawl him with an ox bow, root hog or die. 
I tell you how it is when you first get on the road, You have an awkward team and a very heavy load You cut and you slash, if you swear it's on the sly Punch along your team, boys, root hog or die. 
There's many strange sights for to see along the road Antelopes and deers and big sand toads, Buffaloes and elks where the rabbits jump so high Where all those bloody Injuns are. Root hog or die. 
Times on Bitter Creek-they are hard to beat, Root hog or die's on every wagon seat The sand's within my throat and the dust is in my eyes So bend your back and bear it, boys, root hog or die. 
Every day there is something to do, If nothing else there's an ox for to shoe. You trip him with a rope and there you make lie While you tack on the shoes, boys, root hog or die. 
I suppose you'd like to know what we have to eat A little piece of bread and a dirty piece of meat, Little old molasses and sugar on the sly, Potatoes when you get them, boys, root hog or die. 
When we arrived in Salt Lake City, 'twas the twenty-fifth of June The people were surprised to see us come so soon, We are the bold bull-whackers on whom you can rely We're tough and we can stand it, boys, root hog or die. 
From Cowboy and Western Songs, Fife and Fife oct96