Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
Please do not grow weary
I'll not detain you long
Concerning some wild cowboys
Who did agree to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo
Well I found myself in Griffin
In eighteen eighty-three
When a well-known famous drover
Come a'walkin' up to me
Sayin' "How do you do young feller
And how'd you like to go
And spend a summer pleasant
On the trail of the buffalo?"
Well me being out of work right then
To that drover I did say
"This goin' out on the buffalo road
Depends upon your pay
If you pay good wages
Transportation to and fro
Well I think I might go with you
On the range of the buffalo"
Yes I will pay good wages
And transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me
Until the season's through
But if you do grow homesick
And try and run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail
And you'll also lose your pay
Well with all this flatterin' talkin'
He signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number
All able bodied men
Our trip it was a pleasant one
As we hit the Westward Row
Until we struck ol' Boggy Creek
In old New Mexico
Well, here our pleasures ended
And our troubles all begun
When a lightnin' storm come up on us
And it made the cattle run
We got full of the stickers
From the cactus that did grow
And the outlaws waiting to pick us off
In old New Mexico
Well the working season ended
But the drover would not pay
He said "You went and drunk too much
You're all in debt to me"
But the cowboys never had heard
Of such a thing as a bankrupt law
So we left the drover's bones to bleach
On the range of the buffalo