Ox-Driver Song
It was early in October-o
Hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills-a Saludio
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro  to-me-ro  to-my-ri-de-o
I pop my whip  I bring the blood
I make my leaders take the mud
We grab the wheels and we turn them around
One more pull and we're on hard ground
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro  to-me-ro  to-my-ri-de-o
When I got there the hills were steep
Would make a tender person weep
To hear me curse and pop my whip
And see my oxen pull and slip
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro  to-me-ro  to-my-ri-de-o
When I get home I'll have revenge
I'll have my family  I'll have my friends
I'll say good-bye to the whip and line
I'll drive no more in the wintertime
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro  to-me-ro  to-my-ri-de-o
It was early in October-o
Hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills-a Saludio
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-rol  to-me-rol  to-my-ri-de-o
To-my-ri-de-ay  to-my-ri-de-o
To-me-ro  to-me-ro  to-my-ri-de-o