A western Americana song from 1935
Words by Billy Hill
Music by Peter De Rose
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- An open range ahead
A blanket for a bed
A friendly fire while lonely coyotes wail
With wheels that slowly creak
Of Home, Sweet Home they speak
That’s life on the Oregon Trail
Chorus
Wagon train a-windin’ cross the prairie
Rollin’ onward through the storm and gale
T’ward the land of dreams trudge the old ox teams
Down the Oregon Trail
Through the night the Lord is in the saddle
Ridin’ herd beneath a moon so pale
Watchin’ o’er each stray till the break of day
Down the Oregon Trail
There’ll be apples on each branch in Oregon
There’ll be valleys filled with golden grain
There’ll be cattle on each ranch in Oregon
For there’ll be plenty sun and rain
Hurry up, Old Pioneer, keep movin’
Your faithful little band must never fail
‘Cross the Great Divide side by side we’ll ride
Down the Oregon Trail
Down the Oregon Trail
- A smoke cloud in the skies
A savage drum replies
There’s danger on the road to Oregon
Thru herds of buffalo
‘Neath mountains topped with snow
We sing as we’re travelin’ on
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: