It was early in October-o
I hitched my team in order-o
To ride the hills of Saludio
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To my ride-yeah, to my ride-yoh
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
I pop my whig, I bring the blood
I make my leaders tak' the mud
We grab our wheels and turn them around
A long pull, we are on the hard ground
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To my ride-yeah, to my ride-yoh
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
When I got there the hills were steep
'T would make a tender person weep
To hear me cuss, and pop my whip
And see my oxen pull and slip
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
To my ride-yeah, to my ride-yoh
To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo
When I get home I'll have revenge
I'll have my family, I'll have my friends
I'll say goodbye, to the whip and line
And drive no more in the wintertime