Bài hát New Mexico Báo Lỗi

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