Ox Driving Song

I pop my whip and I bring the blood I make my oxen take the mud I grab a wheel and I turn her 'round Just one long pull and we're on hard ground Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o Tome-a-ride-e-o tome-a-rode-o Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o The road is rough and the hills are steep T'would make a preacher pray and weep To hear me cuss and pop my whip And see my oxen slide and slip Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o Tome-a-ride-e-o tome-a-rode-e-o Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o I'll be glad when my journey ends I'll see my family and my friends I'll say goodbye to the whip and line And I'll drive no more in the wetter time Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o Tome-a-ride-e-o tome-a-rode-o Tome a row tome a row tome-a-ride-e-o