New Mexico

　　It 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