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