| It was early in October-o
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| I hitched my team in order-o
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| To ride the hills of Saludio
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo.
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
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| To my ride-yeh, to my ride-yoh
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo.
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| I pop my whig, I bring the blood
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| I make my leaders tak' the mud
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| We grab our wheels and turn them around
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| A long pull, we are on the hard ground.
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
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| To my ride-yeh, to my ride-yoh
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo.
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| When I got there the hills were steep
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| 'T would make a tender person weep
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| To hear me cuss, and pop my whip
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| And see my oxen pull and slip.
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
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| To my ride-yeh, to my ride-yoh
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| To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo.
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| When I get home I’ll have revenge
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| I’ll have my family, I’ll have my friends
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| I’ll say goodbye, to the whip and line
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| And drive no more in the wintertime |