Say, pal, have you sighted a schooner Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail?They made it here Monday or sooner With a water-keg tied on the tailThere was Daddy and Ma on the mule seat And somewhere along by the wayWas a tow-headed gal on a pinto Just a-janglin' for old Santa FeYo-ho, yo-ho Just a-janglin' for old Santa FeYo-ho, yo-ho Just a-janglin' for old Santa FeI seen her ride down the Arroyo Way back on the Arkansas sandsShe had a smile like an acre of sunflowers And a quirt in her little brown handShe mounted her pinto so airy She rode like she carried the mailAnd her eyes ne'er set fire to the sun And her eyes ne'er set fire to the sunAnd her eyes ne'er set fire to the prairie Alongside the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailI know a gal down on the border That I'd ride to El Paso to sightI'm acquainted with the high-flyin' orders And I sometimes kiss some gal's goodnightBut, Lord, they're all fluffles and beatin' And drink afternoon tea by the pailI'm not used to that sort of stampedin' Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe TrailNow I don't know her name on the prairie For when you're huntin' one gal it's some wideAnd it's shorter from hell to hilarry Than it is on that Santa Fe rideSo I'll try to make plumbers by sundown Where a camp can be made in the swaleThen I'll come on that gal with her pinto She'll be camped by the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho She'll be camped by the Santa Fe TrailYo-ho, yo-ho She'll be camped by the Santa Fe TrailHowever it would be Bohemian Rhapsody