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Come all you old time cowboys |
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And listen to my song |
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Please do not grow weary |
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I'll not detain you long |
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Concerning some wild cowboys |
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Who did agree to go |
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Spend the summer pleasant |
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On the trail of the buffalo |
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I found myself in griffin |
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In the spring of '83 |
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When a well known famous drover |
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Come walking up to me |
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Said, "How do you do, young fellowWell, how would you like to goAnd spend the summer pleasantOn the trail of the buffalo?" |
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Well, I being out of work right then |
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To the drover |
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I did say"Going out on the buffalo roadDepends on the pay" |
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If you will pay good wages |
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And transportation to and fro |
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I think I might go with you |
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On the hunt of the buffalo |
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Of course |
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I'll pay good wages |
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And transportation too |
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If you will agree to work for me |
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Until the season's through |
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But if you do get homesick |
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And you try to run away |
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You will starve to death |
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Out on the trail and also lose your pay |
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Well with all his flattering talking |
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He signed up quite a train |
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Some 10 or 12 in number |
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Some able bodied men |
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Our trip it was a pleasant one |
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As we hit the |
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Westward road |
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Until we crossed |
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Old Boggy |
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CreekIn Old |
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New Mexico |
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There our pleasures ended |
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And our troubles all began |
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A lightening storm hit us |
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And made the cattle run |
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Got all full of stickers |
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From the cactus that did not grow |
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And the outlaws watching |
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To pick us off in the hills of |
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MexicoWell, our working season ended |
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And the drover would not pay |
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If you had not drunk too much |
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You are all in debt to me |
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But the cowboys never had heard |
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Such a thing as a bankrupt law |
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So we left that drover's bones to bleach |
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On the plains of the buffalo |
