First Covered Wagon - Jimmie Driftwood

Oh the first covered wagon that ever did travel

From the mighty Mississippi to the California gravel

Was loaded with a pair of Yankee-doodle hinges

To swing that Golden Gate

They left St Louis the roosters were a-crowing

When they topped the Rocky Mountains

The sun was still a-showing

And the old ox team kept puffing and a-blowing

Till they reached that Golden Gate

The driver of the team was mighty bad to stutter

And the Indian chiefs thought

He really was a cutter

When he milked a buffalo

And made a big jug o' butter

And greased his wagon and ate

The first covered wagon that ever did travel

From the mighty Mississippi

To the California gravel

Was loaded with a pair of Yankee-doodle hinges

To swing that Golden Gate

Oh about midnight

When the earth began to quiver

He took a dose o' pills

For he thought it was his liver

Then he dreamed of the girls

On the Mississippi river

And he dreamed of the Golden Gate

The lightning flashed

The thunder kept a-bragging

And the old ox team started

Pushing on the wagon

A wheel came off

And the axle started dragging

In the mud on the Golden Gate

The driver of the team

Got a mighty clever notion

Jumped in the water

And he made a big commotion

Drove his nails in the bottom of the ocean

And he swung that Golden Gate

The first covered wagon that ever did travel

From the mighty Mississippi

To the California gravel

Was loaded with a pair of Yankee-doodle hinges

To swing that Golden Gate