Oregon Trail

I've been a grubbin on a little farm on the flat and windy plains I've been listening to hungry cattle bowl I'm gonna pack my wife and kids I'm gonna hit that western road I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Chorus: I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Where the good rain falls a plenty and the crops and orchards grow I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Well, my land is dry and cracklin and my chickens they're a cacklin' cause the dirt and dust is gettin in their craw they been layin flint rock eggs I had to bust em with a sledge I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Repeat Chorus Well, my hogs and pigs are squeelin' They're a rockin and a reelin Cause there ain't no water to water in the draw I'm gonna grab one by his tail I'm gonna take that western trail And we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Now, my good old horse is boney Yes he's dry and hungry too You can see his ribs three-quarters of a mile Throw my kids up on his back bend the bay horse and them black (?) And we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Repeat Chorus Well my wife gets sort of ailin When that mean old dust is sailin And she wishes for the days beyond recall If the work there's in the future in that north Pacific land So we'll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Repeat Chorus