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  • Yaaaaa!

    To my rideo, to my rodeo

    It was the fourth day of October-o
    I hitched my team in order-o
    To reach the hills of Saludio
    To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo

    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

    I pop my whip and I bring the blood
    I make my leaders take the mud
    We grab the wheels and we turn them around
    One long pull and we're on hard ground.

    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

    When I got there the hills were steep
    'T would make any tender person weep
    To hear me course and pop my whip(aw!)
    And see my oxen pull and slip.

    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.

    When I get home I'll have revenge
    I'll have my family, I'll have my friends
    I'll bid adieu to the whip and the line
    And drive no more in the wintertime

    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.

    (repeat)
  • Yaaaaa!

    To my rideo, to my rodeo

    It was the fourth day of October-o
    I hitched my team in order-o
    To reach the hills of Saludio
    To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo

    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

    I pop my whip and I bring the blood
    I make my leaders take the mud
    We grab the wheels and we turn them around
    One long pull and we're on hard ground.

    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

    When I got there the hills were steep
    'T would make any tender person weep
    To hear me course and pop my whip(aw!)
    And see my oxen pull and slip.

    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.

    When I get home I'll have revenge
    I'll have my family, I'll have my friends
    I'll bid adieu to the whip and the line
    And drive no more in the wintertime

    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.

    (repeat)