Oregon Trail - Woody GuthrieI've been a grubbin on a little farmOn the flat and windy plainsI've been listening to hungry cattle bowlI'm gonna pack my wife and kidsI'm gonna hit that western roadI'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fallI'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fallHit that Oregon Trail this coming fallWhere the good rain falls a plentyAnd the crops and orchards growI'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fallWell my land is dry and cracklinAnd my chickens they're a cacklin'Cause the dirt and dust is gettin in their crawThey been layin flint rock eggsI had to bust em with a sledgeI'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fallI'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fallI'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fallWhere that good rain falls a plentyWhere the crops and orchards growI'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fallWell my hogs and pigs are squealin'They're a rockin' and a reelin''Cause there ain't no mud to waller in the drawI'm gonna grab them by their tailsTake them down that western trailI'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fallWell my good old horse in bonyAnd he's tired and lonsesome tooYou can count his ribs three quarters of a mileThrow my bedroll on his backBoth the bay horse and the blackI'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fallHit that Oregon Trail this coming fall