Ox-Driver Song - Odetta (欧蒂塔)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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