Don Edwards - Railroad Corral lyrics

We're up in the morning at breaking of day The chuckwagon's busy there's flapjacks in play The herd is astir over hillside and vail, With the night riders rounding them on to the trail Come take up your cinches, shake out your reins Come wake your old broncho that take in the plains Come with your steers from the long chaparral For the outfit is off to the railroad corral The sun circles upwards the steers as they plod Are pounding to powder the hot prairie sod Just as it seems you get dizzy and sick You'll never reach noon and the cool shady crick Come tie up your kerchief, ply up your nag Dry up your grumbles and try not to lag Come drive out your steers from the long chaparral For we're far on the road to the railroad corral Now the afternoon shadows are starting to lean The chuck wagon sticks in the marshy ravine The herd scatters farther than visions can look But you can bet all good punchers will help out the cook Come shake out your rawhide and snake it up fair Come break your old broncho to take in his share Come roust out your steers from the long chaparral For it's all in the drive to the railroad corral Now the longest of days must reach evening at last The hills are all climbed and the creeks are all past The tired herd droops in the yellowing light Let them rest if they will, for the railroad's in sight So flap up your holster and snap up your belt Strap up your saddle whose lap you have felt Say goodbye to the steers in the long chaparral For there's a town that's a trunk by the railroad corral So flap up your holster and snap up your belt And strap up your saddle whose lap you have felt Say goodbye to the steers in the long chaparral There's a town that's a trunk by the railroad corral