Was early in October-o Hitched my team in order-o To ride the hills-a Saludio To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o To-my-ri-de-ay, to-my-ri-de-o To-me-ro, to-me-ro, to-my-ri-de-o I pop my whip, I bring the blood I make my leaders take the mud We grab the wheels, and we turn them around One more pull and we're on hard ground When I got there the hills were steep Would make a tender person weep To hear me curse and pop my whip And see my oxen pull and slip When I get home I'll have revenge I'll have my family, I'll have my friends I'll say good-bye to the whip and line I'll drive no more in the wintertime It was early in October-o Hitched my team in order-o To ride the hills-a Saludio To-me-rol, to-me-rol, to-my-ri-de-o