The Seekers - Ox Driving Song

Crack the whip and bring the blood

Make the leaders take the mud

We've got the wheels and we turn them around

One long hard 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 rudeo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

On the fourteenth day of October-o

I hitched my team in order-o

To try the hills of Salado

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo to my rudeo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

When I got there the hills were steep

Would make another person weep

To hear me cuss

And crack my whip

And see the 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 rudeo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

When I get home among my friends

That's where my toil and trouble ends

And bid adieu

To the whip and line

And ride no more in the winter time

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo to my rudeo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To me rol to me rol to my rideo

To my rideo to my rudeo

To my rideo oo Yeah!