Текст Woody Guthrie – Oregon Trail

I been a grubbin’ on a little farm on the flat and windy plains
I been a list’nin to the hungry cattle bawl
I’m gonna pack my wife and kids
I’m gonna hit that western road

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Where that good rain falls a plenty
Where the crops and orchards grow
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall

Well, my land is dry and cracklin’
And my chickens they’re a cacklin’
‘Cause this dirt and dust is getting’ in their craw
They been layin’ flint rock eggs
I got to bust ’em with a sledge
I got to hit that Oregon trail this coming fall

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Where that good rain falls a plenty
Where the crops and orchards grow
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall

Well, my hogs and pigs are squealin’
They’re a rockin’ and a reelin’
‘Cause there ain’t no mud to waller in the draw
I’m gonna grab them by their tails
I’m gonna take them down that western trail
And will hit that Oregon trail this coming fall

Well, my good old horse in bony
And he’s tired and lonsesome too
You can count his ribs three quarters of a mile

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Where that good rain falls a plenty
Where the crops and orchards grow
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall

Well, my true love she gets ailin’
When this dry old dust gets sailin’
And she wishes for the days beyond recall
If we work hard there’s a future
In that north Pacific land
So will hit that Oregon trail this coming fall

I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Where that good rain falls a plenty
Where the crops and orchards grow
I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall