| It was early in October-o,
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| Hitched my team in order-o
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| To ride the hills-a Saludio.
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| To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o.
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| Chorus:
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| To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o,
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| To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o,
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| To-my-ri-de-ay, to-my-ri-de-o,
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| To-me-ro, to-me-ro, to-my-ri-de-o.
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| I pop my whip, I bring the blood,
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| Take my leaders, take the mud,
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| We grab the wheels, and we turn them round,
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| One more pull and we’re on hard ground.
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| (Chorus)
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| When I got there the hills were steep,
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| Would make a tender person weep
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| To hear me curse and pop my whip,
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| And see my oxen pull and slip.
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| (Chorus)
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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 good-bye to the whip and line,
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| I’ll drive no more in the wintertime.
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| (Chorus)
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| It was early in October-o,
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| Hitched my team in order-o
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| To ride the hills-a Saludio.
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| To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o. |