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 hunt of the Buffalo I found myself in Griffin in the year of '83 When a well-known, famous drover come walking up to me Said, "How do you do, young fellow, and how'd you like to go And spend the summer pleasant on the trail of the Buffalo?" Well me being out of work right then, to this drover I did say "Just going out on the Buffalo Road, depends on the pay But if you will pay good wages and transportation to and fro I think I might go with you on the hunt of Buffalo." "Yes I will pay good wages and transportation too If you agree to work for me until the season's through." But if you grow homesick and try to run away You'll starve to death out on the trail and also lose your pay." Well with all his flattering talking he signed up quite a train Some 10 or 12 in number, some able-bodied men The trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road Until we reached old Boggy Creek, in old New Mexico Well it was there our pleasures ended, and our troubles all begun A lightening storm hit us and made the cattle run Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did not grow And the outlaws watching to pick us off from the hills of Mexico Well our working season ended, and the drover would not pay "You ate and drunk too much, you're all in debt to me." But the cowboys never had heard such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the Plains of the Buffalo