The Ox-Driving Song

Written by Jimmy Driftwood

I pop my whip and I bring the blood
I make my oxen take the mud
I grab a wheel and I turn her 'round
Just one long push and we're on hard ground

CHORUS
Come a row come a row come a ride-e-o
Come a row come a row come a ride-e-o
Come a row come a ride-e-o come a rode-e-o
Come a row come a row come a ride-e-o

The road is rough and the trails are steep
Twould make a preacher pray and weep
To hear me cuss and pop my whip
And see my oxen slide and slip

I'll be back when my journey ends
I'll see my family and my friends
I'll say goodbye to the whip and line
And I'll drive no more in the winter time