作曲 : Guthrie
I've been a grubbin' on a little farm 
On the flat and windy plains 
I've been listening to hungry cattle bawl 
I'm gonna pack my wife and kids 
I'm gonna hit that western road 
I'm gonna hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Chorus: I'm gonna hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Hit that Oregon 
Trail this coming fall 
Where the good rain falls a-plenty 
And the crops and orchards grow 
I'm gonna hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Well, my land is dry and cracklin' 
And my chickens they're a-cacklin' '
Cause the dirt and dust is gettin' in their craw 
They been layin flint rock eggs 
I had to bust 'em with a sledge 
I'm gonna hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Repeat Chorus 
Well, my hogs and pigs are squealin' 
They're a-rockin' and a-reelin' '
Cause there ain't no water to water in the draw 
I'm gonna grab one by his tail 
I'm gonna take that western trail 
And we'll hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Now, my good old horse is boney 
Yes, he's dry and hungry too 
You can see his ribs three-quarters of a mile 
Throw my kids up on his back 
And the bay horse and the black 
And we'll hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Repeat Chorus 
Well, my wife gets sort of ailin' 
When that mean old dust is sailin' 
And she wishes for the days beyond recall 
If there's work there in the future 
In that North 
Pacific land 
So we'll hit that 
Oregon Trail this coming fall 
Repeat Chorus