Out In New Mexico

It was in the town of Griffin
In the year of '83
It was there an old cow-puncher
Step up and says 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's thru
But if you grow homesick
And back to Griffin go
I'll furnish you no horses
From the hills of Mexico
Well  we left the town of Griffin
In the merry month of May
When ev'rything seemed lovely
And ev'rything seemed gay
With saddles on our horses
Marching onward we did go
Until we reached
Old Boggy Out in New Mexico
It was there our pleasures ended
And our troubles  they began
Oh  the first hailstorm came on us
Oh how those cattle ran
Thru all kinds of thorns and thistles
Those cowboys had to go
While the Indians watched upon us
Out in New Mexico
And when the drive was over
The rider would not pay
To all you good-lookin' 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