The Dysentery Blues Lyrics

Pack up your wagon, it's time to go

Headed down the trail, to Oregon's glow

But watch where you step, and mind what you eat

'Cause dysentery's fast and it's got quick feet

Oh, the dysentery blues, sneakin' up on you

On the Oregon Trail, it's a rough pursuit

You might survive the snakes, the thieves, and weather dreary

But watch out, my friend, for that deadly dysentery

Crossing rivers deep, mountains so high

Under the endless, wide-open sky

We laughed and we sang, till someone did declare

"I feel a rumble down there. Beware!"

There's no escape when nature calls

By the campfire light, or near waterfalls

A pioneer's life, it's not just glory

Remember us by our dysentery story

Oh, the dysentery blues, it's a cruel jest

On the Oregon Trail, put your guts to the test

You might outshoot bandits, outrun a prairie fire

But dysentery's the foe that never tires