Oregon Trail by Woody Guthrie (key of D) (break V+C) I’ve been a grubbin’ on a little farm on the flat and windy plains I’ve been listening to 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 (chorus:) I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Where the good rain falls a plenty and 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 the dirt and dust is gettin in their crawlthey been layin flint rock eggs I had to bust em with a sledge I’m gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall (chorus) Well my hogs and pigs are squealin’ They’re a rockin and a reelin’ Cause there ain’t no water to water in the draw I’m gonna grab one by his tail Im gonna take that western trail And we’ll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall Now my good old horse is boney Yes he’s dry and hungry too You can see his ribs three-quarters of a mile Throw my kids up on his back and the day horse right on track And we’ll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall (chorus) Well my wife gets sort of ailin When that mean old dust is sailin And she wishes for the days beyond recall If the work there’s in the future in that north Pacific land So we’ll hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall (chorus)