Lyrics

[Verse 1] The Yanks took our corn and the Rebs took our cotton The bank took our land and the tax got our home (tax got our home) We yoked up our oxen and loaded our wagons With a drove of poor yearlings, we started to rove (started to rove) [Chorus] Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas (git along) Don't stray far away (git along) or you can't hear the bell (git along) Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas Stay close to the wagons and all will be well (all will be well) [Verse 2] 'Twas was in Alabama, we lost the first wagon We thanked the good Lord that wе lost only one (lost only one) In old Mississippi, we fought thе Jayhawkers And in Louisiana, we buried our son (buried our son) [Chorus] Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas (git along) Don't stray far away (git along) or you can't hear the bell (git along) Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas Stay close to the wagons and all will be well (all will be well) [Verse 3] There's bears in the woods and there's wolves and there's Indians There's quick sandy holes and there's mountains of stone (mountains of stone) Last night, a poor yearling strayed too far from camp And this morning we found just a bundle of bones [Chorus] Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas (git along) Don't stray far away (git along) or you can't hear the bell (git along) Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas Stay close to the wagons and all will be well (all will be well) [Verse 4] Hooray and hurrah, give a big hallelujah The journey is ending, we're very near thar (very near thar) Give thanks to the oxen and praise to Jehovah We'll soon be a-resting beneath the Lone Star ('neath the Lone Star) [Chorus] Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas (git along) Don't stray far away (git along) or you can't hear the bell (git along) Git along, little yearlings, we're a-going to Texas Stay close to the wagons and all will be well (all will be well)