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 man by the name of Crego Came walking up to me Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better He said, "How do you do, young fellow And how'd you like to go And spend the summer pleasant On the range of the buffalo
Well of course I pay good wages I pay transportation too If you will agree to work for me Until the season's through
But if you do get homesick And you try to run away You'll starve to death Out on the trail and also lose your pay
All his flattering talking We signed up quite a train
Of ten or twelve in number Of able bodied men
And the trip it was a pleasant one Through all New Mexico Until we crossed Pease River On the range of the Buffalo
It was there our pleasures ended And our troubles all began A lightening storm came on us And made the cattle run
We got full of the stickers On the cactus that did grow And the outlaws came to pick us off In the hills of Mexico Yeah the hills of Mexico
Well, our working season ended And the drover would not pay He said you lost your money boy You're all in debt to me
But the cowboys never put much stock On a thing like bankrupt law So we left the bastard's bones to bleach On the range of the Buffalo