The Bull Whacker

The Bull Whacker

I’m a lonely bull whacker
On the Red Cloud line
I can lick any son of a gun
That will yoke an ox of mine
And if I can catch him
You bet I will or try
I’d lick him with an ox-bow
Root hog or die.

It’s out on the road
With a very heavy load
With a very awkward team
And a very muddy road
You may whip and you may holler
But if you cuss it’s on the sly
Then whack the cattle on, boys
Root hog or die.

It’s out on the road
These sights are to be seen
The antelope and buffalo
The prairie all so green
The antelope and buffalo
The rabbit jumps so high
It’s whack and cattle on, boys
Root hog or die.

It’s every day at twelve
There’s something for to do
And if there’s nothing else
There’s a pony for to shoe
I’ll throw him down
And still I’ll make him lie
Little pig, big pig,
Root hog or die.

Now perhaps you’d like to know
What we have to eat
A little piece of bread
And a little dirty meat
A little black coffee
And whiskey on the sly
It’s whack the cattle on, boys
Root hog or die.

There’s hard old times on Bitter Creek
That never can be beat
It was root hog or die
Under every wagon sheet
We cleaned up all the Indians
Drank all the alkali
And it’s whack the cattle on, boys
Root hog or die.

There was good old time in Salt Lake
That never can pass by
It was there I first spied
My China girl called Wi
She could smile, she could chuckle
Should could roll her hog eye
Then it’s whack the cattle on, boys
Root hog or die.

Oh, I’m going home
Bull whacking for to spurn
I ain’t got a nickel
And I don’t give a dern
‘Tis when I meet a pretty girl
You bet I will or try
I’ll make her my little wife
Root hog or die.