The Ox Driver's Song

I crack my whip and I bring the blood

I make my oxen take the mud

I grab the wheel

And I turn around

One long pull and we're on hard ground

Towmiroll towmiroll

Towmirydeo

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Towmirydeo

Towmirydeooooo

Towmirodeo

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Towmirydeooo

The road is rough and the hills are steep

Would make a preacher pray and weep

To hear me cuss and pop my whip

And see my oxen slide and slip

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Towmirydeo

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Towmirydeo

Towmirydeoooooo

Towmiroodeooo

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Towmirydeooo

I'll be glad when my journey ends

I'll see my family and my friends

I'll say goodbye

To the whip and line

And drive no more in the winter time

Towmiroll towmiroll

Towmirydeo

Towmiroll towmiroll

Towmirydeo

Towmirydeooooo

Towmirodeooo

Towmiroll towmiroll

Towmirydeoooooo