Lyr. Add: BULL-WHACKER ON THE RED CLOUD LINE
(original, D. K. Wilgus from Lomax Papers

I'm a lonely bull-whacker on the Red Cloud line,
I can lick any son-of-a-bitch that will yoke an ox of mine,
And if I could catch him, tou bet I will or try,
I'd lick him with an ox yoke, root hog or die.
....
There was good ole times in Salt Lake that never can pass o'er,
It was there I first spied my little China hoar,
She could fuck and she could suck and she 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 quit,
I ain't got a nickel nor I don't give a shit,
It's when I meet a pretty girl, you bet I will (or) try,
To slip it up her water-works, hoot hog or die.

Sung by Tom Hight, Oklahoma.
Page 579, from Vance Randolph, "Roll Me In Your Arms, " Volume I, 1992, Folksongs and Music, University of Arkansas Press.

I think this is a fragment. I would like to see the Lomax Papers in the Eugene C. Barker Texas History Collection, Univ. Texas, Folder 2-E-397, where the MS resides. Expurgated in Lomax publications.