Say pard, have you sighted a schooner
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail?
They made it here Monday or sooner
They had a water keg tied on the tail.
There was a Pa and a Ma on the mule seat;
And somewhere along by the way
Was a tow headed gal on a pinto
Just a janglin’ for old Santa Fe.
Yo-ho, Yo-ho
Just a janglin for old Santa Fe.
I seen her ride down the arroyo
Way back on the Arkansas sands;
She had a smile like an acre of sunflowers
Held a quirt in her little brown hand.
She mounted her pinto so airy,
And she rode like she carried the mail,
And her eyes near set fire to the prairie (ne’er)
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail.
Yo-ho, Yo-ho
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail.
I know a gal down on the border
That I'd ride to El Paso to sight.
I'm acquainted with high-flyin' orders
And I sometimes kiss some gals good-night.
But lord they're all ruffles and beadin’
And drink fancy tea by the pail,
I'm not used to that sort of stampedin',
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail.
Yo-ho, Yo-ho
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail.
Now I don't know her name on the prairie,
For when you're huntin' one gal it's some wide.
And it's shorter from hell to Helarie
Then it is on that Santa Fe ride.
So I'll try to make Plumbers, by sundown
Where a camp can be made in the swale,
Then I'll come on that gal with her Pinto
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail.
Yo-ho, Yo-ho
’Longside of the Santa Fe trail.
