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Lyrics: To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To my rideo, to my rodeo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo It was early in October-o I hitched my team in order-o To ride the hills of Saludio To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo I pop my whip and I bring the blood I make the leaders take the mud We grab the wheels and we turn them around One long pull and we're on hard ground When I got there the hills were steep 'T would make any tender person weep To hear me course and pop my whip And see my oxen pull and slip When I get home I'll have revenge I'll have my family, I'll have my friends I'll say goodbye to the whip and line And drive no more in the wintertime |
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