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 tail
There was Daddy and Ma on the mule seat And somewhere along by the way
Was a tow-headed gal on a pinto Just a-janglin' for old Santa Fe
Yo-ho, yo-ho Just a-janglin' for old Santa Fe
Yo-ho, yo-ho Just a-janglin' for old Santa Fe
I seen her ride down the Arroyo Way back on the Arkansas sands
She had a smile like an acre of sunflowers And a quirt in her little brown hand
She mounted her pinto so airy She rode like she carried the mail
And her eyes ne'er set fire to the sun And her eyes ne'er set fire to the sun
And her eyes ne'er set fire to the prairie Alongside the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
I know a gal down on the border That I'd ride to El Paso to sight
I'm acquainted with the high-flyin' orders And I sometimes kiss some gal's goodnight
But, Lord, they're all fluffles and beatin' And drink afternoon tea by the pail
I'm not used to that sort of stampedin' Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail
Now I don't know her name on the prairie For when you're huntin' one gal it's some wide
And it's shorter from hell to hilarry Than it is on that Santa Fe ride
So I'll try to make plumbers by sundown Where a camp can be made in the swale
Then I'll come on that gal with her pinto She'll be camped by the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho She'll be camped by the Santa Fe Trail
Yo-ho, yo-ho She'll be camped by the Santa Fe Trail
However it would be Bohemian Rhapsody