[00:00.551]T'was in the town of Griffin the year was Eighty three
[00:05.987]It was there an old cow puncher stepped up and said to me
[00:11.406]How do you do young fellow and how would you like to go“
[00:16.597]And spend a pleasant summer out in New Mexico
[00:23.929]I'll furnish you good wages your transportation too
[00:29.235]If you will but go with me one summer season throug
[00:35.558]But if you should get homesick and back to Griffin go
[00:40.388]Then I'll furnish you no horses from the hills of Mexico
[00:49.274]We left the town of Griffin in the merry month of May
[00:54.440]When all the world was lovely and everything was gay
[01:00.221]With saddles on our horses marching over we did go
[01:05.489]Until we reached the logging out in New Mexico
[01:12.976]It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles they began
[01:18.354]The first hail storm fell on us those cattle how they ran
[01:24.058]Through all the thorns and thistles us cowboys had to go
[01:29.491]While the Indians watched upon us out in New Mexico
[01:36.995]Well when the drive was over the riders would not pay
[01:42.331]To all you happy people this much I have to say
[01:48.039]Go back to your friends and loved ones tell others not to go“
[01:53.403]To the God forsaken country they call New Mexico

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 throug
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