-groping on a little farm
On that flat and windy plains
I've been a -listening to
I'm gonna pack my wife and kids
I'm gonna hit that western road
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail
Hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Where the good, brave folks are plenty
And the crops and orchards grow
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail
While my land is rye and cracking
And my chickens, they are peckling
Cause the dirt and dust is
They've been laying flint for ganks
I gotta burst them with a sledge
I've got to hit that Aragon
Hit that Aragon Trail this coming fall
Hit that Aragon Trail this coming fall
Where the good rainfalls are plenty
And the crops and orchards grow
I'm gonna hit that Aragon Trail this
Yes, my hawks and pigs are squealing
And they're rocking and a -reeling
I'm gonna grab one by his tail
And take him down this western trail
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail
Hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall
Where the good rainfalls are plenty
And the crops and orchards grow
I'm gonna hit that Argon Train
When my good old foes is bony
and he's dry and hungry too
You can count his ripsick waters
Through my kids upon his back
and the bayholes and the black
Gonna hit that Argon Train
Now my wife gets sort of ailing
when that mean old dust is sailing
And she wishes for the days
If the world that ends the future
in that North Pacific land
But I'm gonna hit that Oregon trade
Where the good rains fall so plenty
And the crops and oars just grow
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trade