Ox Driver Songtext
von Odetta

Was early in October-o
Hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills-a Saludio
To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o

To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay, to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro, to-me-ro, to-my-ri-de-o


I pop my whip, I bring the blood
I make my leaders take the mud
We grab the wheels, and we turn them around
One more pull and we′re on hard ground

When I got there the hills were steep
Would make a tender person weep
To hear me curse and pop my whip
And see my oxen pull and slip

When I get home I'll have revenge
I′ll have my family, I'll have my friends
I'll say good-bye to the whip and line
I′ll drive no more in the wintertime


It was early in October-o
Hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills-a Saludio
To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o