Oh, we rounded them up and put them on the cars,
And that was the last of the 2U-Bars
sang the cowpunchers who followed the Chisholm Trail. But that quick summary wasn't the half of it. The hundred-odd verses in the old song—whatever version you hear—tell about hungry days and sleepless nights, blizzards, hailstorms, stampedes, dry runs . . .
He jumped in the saddle and gave a little yell,
And the swing cattle broke and the leaders went to hell.
And the boss came around with a cutter in his hand
And swore he'd fire every Dad-Blamed...