T'was in the town of Griffin, the year was Eighty three

It was there an old cow puncher, stepped up and said to me

How do you do young fellow and how would you like to go

And spend a pleasant summer, out in New Mexico



I'll furnish you good wages, your transportation too

If you will but go with me, one summer season through

But if you should get homesick and back to Griffin go

Then I'll furnish you no horses from the hills of Mexico



We left the town of Griffin in the merry month of May

When all the world was lovely and everything was gay

With saddles on our horses, marching over we did go

Until we reached the logging out in New Mexico



It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles they began

The first hail storm fell on us, those cattle how they ran

Through all the thorns and thistles, us cowboys had to go

While the Indians watched upon us, out in New Mexico



Well, when the drive was over, the riders would not pay

To all you happy people, this much I have to say

Go back to your friends and loved ones, tell others not to go

To the God forsaken country, they call New Mexico

Writer : LAMBSON
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