Rollin' Down To Old Oahe

Well, I came up with a parody of Rollin' Down To Old Maui based upon my return to SD. he original is one of my favorite whaling songs, what do you think of my parody?

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We civils undergo.
And we don't give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow.
For we're homeward bound from the Yakima ground
With a good truck, taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Oahe.

(chorus)
Rolling down to Old Oahe, me boys
Rolling down to Old Oahe
We're homeward bound from the Yakima ground
Rolling down to Old Oahe.

Once more we cruise with a westerly gale
Through the ice and wind and rain.
Them native maids, them midwestern glades,
We soon shall see again.
twelve hellish months have passed away
One the dry Sagebrush Sea,
But now we're bound from the Yakima ground
Rolling down to Old Oahe.

chorus

Once more we cruise with a westerly gale
Towards our midwestern  home.
Our cargo secured, our traffic engineering done,
And we ain't go far to roam.
Our stuns'l bones is carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound.

chorus

How soft the breeze through the cottonwood trees,
Now the sagebrush is far astern.
Them native maids, them midwestern glades
Is a-waiting our return.
Even now their soft brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy tarp runnin' 'fore the gales
Rolling down to old Oahe.

chorus