On the Trail
Wagon rocking
Nobody talking
On the trail
Sun just a dot
But oh, it's hot
On the trail
We're all worn
Our calico torn
On the trail
We need some water
And we're out of butter
On the trail
We face the wild's wrath
But we stay on the path...
On the trail
The Oregon Trail
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