Tom:
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The yanks took our corn, the rebs took our cotton
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The bank took our land and the tax got our home
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We yoked up our oxen and loaded our wagons
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We drove the poor yearlings, we started to roll
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Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
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Don't stray far away or you can't hear the bell
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Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
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Stay close to the wagons and all will be well
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T'was in Alabama we lost our first wagon
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We thanked the good Lord that we lost only one
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In ole Mississippi we fought the jayhawkers
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And in Lou'siana we buried a son
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Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
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Don't stray far away or you can't hear the bell
Dm Am
Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
Dm Am
Stay close to the wagons and all will be well
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There's bears in the woods and there's wolves and there's injuns
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There's quicksandy holes and there's mountains of stones
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Last night a poor yearling strayed too far from camp
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And this morning we found just a bundle of bones
Dm Am
Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
Dm Am
Don't stray far away or you can't hear the bell
Dm Am
Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
Dm Am
Stay close to the wagons and all will be well
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Hoo-ray and hoo-rah, give a big hallelujah
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The journey is ending, we're very near thar
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Give thanks to the oxen and pray to Jehovah
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We'll soon be a-resting beneath the Lone Star
Dm Am
Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
Dm Am
Don't stray far away or you can't hear the bell
Dm Am
Git along little yearlings, we're-a going to Texas
Dm Am
Stay close to the wagons and all will be well