To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo To my rideo, to my rodeo To me rol, to me rol, to my rideo. 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. I pop my whip and i bring the blood I make the leaders take the mud We grab the wheels and we turn them around One long pull and we're on hard ground. When i got there the hills were steep 't would make any tender person weep To hear me course and pop my whip And see my oxen pull and slip. 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...