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 comin' fall. [Chorus:] I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' 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. Now, 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 I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall. [Chorus] 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 comin' fall. [Chorus] Yes, 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 Take them down that western trail I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall. [Chorus] Well, my good old horse in bony And he's tired and lonsesome too You can count his ribs three quarters of a mile Throw my bedroll on his back Both the bay horse and the black I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.