Ten long days and a hundred miles
there wouldn't be much room for smiles
old Jim Joe and the Lincoln Kid
The Kid Did what ever Jim Joe did
whoopi ti yi yo, whoopi ti ty yae
a hailstorm began to fall
the cattle couldn't hear their call
ran straight through a sticker patch
they sorely were a sorry batch
whoopi ti yi yo, whoopi ti ty yae
Dead Man's Gultch and a dry canteen
they all were gettin' mighty lean
the dust was stuck in Jim Joe's nose
the Lincoln Kid had cut his toes
whoopi ti yi yo, whoopi ti ty yae
one night asleep at Satan's Den
the rustlers shot and killed both men
Jim and the Kid, both lying dead
their bodies now were filled with lead
whoopi ti yi yo, whoopi ti ty yae
words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 2006 Starkananda Music
