Thirty Miles From Decatur

Thirty Miles From Decatur (Larry W Jones 10/28/2020) (song #7719)We were thirty miles from Decatur, now listen to my tale The storm, it was a downpour on the old Chisholm cattle trail Thirty miles from Decatur, gettin’ low on whiskey and beans Boys I think we’ll get no drink until we reach old AbileneNow, our trail boss he rode at the front, tough as buffalo hide The stream, it was so wide he couldn’t see to the other side Thirty miles from Decatur, we couldn’t cross the flooded stream Boys I think we’ll get no drink until we reach old Abilene(Instrumental)Now, our cookie was a good old pal, although he had no charm We sent him up a tall pine tree for to sound the flood alarm Thirty miles from Decatur, we saw waters that we ain’t seen Boys I think we’ll get no drink until we reach old AbileneThe trail boss, he went crazy on the old Chisholm cattle trail And I’m the only cowpoke left that’s livin’ to tell the tale Thirty miles from Decatur, the storm it was mighty and mean Boys I think we’ll get no drink until we reach old AbileneThirty miles from Decatur, the storm it was mighty and mean Boys I think we’ll get no drink until we reach old Abilene Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.