Say, pard have ye sighted a schooner
A-hittin' the Santa Fe Trail?
They may be here Monday or sooner
With a water keg tied on the rail
There's Daddy and Ma on the mule-seat
And somewheres along by the way
Is a tow-headed gal on a pinto
She's a-janglin' for old Santa Fe
Yoho! Just a-janglin' for old Santa Fe
I saw her ride down the arroyos
Way back in the Arkansas sand
And a smile like an acre of sunflowers
Had a little brown quirt in her hand
She straddled her pinto so airy
And rode like she carried the mail
And her eyes near set fire to the prairie
Longside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yoho! Longside of the Santa Fe Trail
I know a gal on the border
That I'd ride to El Paso to sight
I'm acquaint with the high-steppin' order
And I've sometimes kissed some gals goodnight
But they're all just ruffles and beadin'
And afternoon tea by the pail
Compared to the kind of stampedin'
That we got on the Santa Fe Trail
Yoho! That we got on the Santa Fe Trail
I don't know her name and the prairie
When it comes to one gal it's pretty wide
And it's shorter from hell to hilary
Than it is on this Santa Fe ride
I'll make it to Cedars by sundown
I'll camp somewhere down in a swale
And I'll come on a gal and a pinto
Longside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yoho! Longside the Santa Fe Trail