The Railroad Corral
Words and Music by: John Mills Hanson
Arranged and adapted by:
|Recorded by Norman Luboff Choir||CS8278|
Come roust out your steers from the long chaparral
For the outfit is off to the railroad corral.
We're up in the morning at breaking of day,
The chuck wagon's busy, the thapjacks in play.
The herd is astir over hillside and vale
With the night riders crowding them onto the trail.
The sun circles upward, the steers as they plod
Are pounding to powder the hot prairie sod.
And it seems, as the dust makes you dizzy and sick
That we'll never reach noon and the cool shady creek.
But tie up your kerchief and ply up your nag
Come dry up your grumbles and try not to lag.
Come drive out your steers from the long chaparral
For we're far on the road to the railroad corral.
But the longest of days must reach evening at last,
The hills are all climbed and the creeks are all passed.
The tired herd droops in the yellowing light
Let 'em loaf if they will, for the railroad's in sight