Traditional - Alan Lomax - also by Woody Guthrie
Come all you old time cowboys and listen to my song
Please don’t grow worry, I’ll not detain you long
Concerning some old cowboys who did agree to go
To spend a pleasant summer on the trail of the buffalo
It happened late one season in the spring of '53
One morning came a drover awoke and up to me
Said: Howdy, young fellow! How would you like to go
To spend a pleasant summer on the trail of the buffalo
I’m out of employment to that drover I did say
Going’ out on that buffalo trail depends upon the pay
If you will pay good wages, transportation to and fro
I think I’ll go along with you on the trail of the buffalo
Yes I’ll pay, he said, good wages and transportation too
If you agree to work for me until the season through
But if you do get homesick can’t you try to run away
You’ll start to death out on the trail and also lose your pay
Twas by his gift of flattery, got enlisted quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, strong and able-bodied men
Our trip it was a pleasant one, over the roads we had to go
Till we crossed ol’ Buggy Creek in ol’ New Mexico
There was pleasure, indeed, then our troubles all began
A lightnin’ storm had hit us, all cattle flew and ran
And I got all full of stickers from the cactuses there do grow
And outlaws watched to pick us off in the hills of Mexico
Well, I worked a long hard season, but the drover would not pay
You’ve drunken to much whisky, you’re all in debt to me
But bankrupt law among cowboys, I tell you will not go
So we left that drover’s bone to bleach on the plains of the buffalo
And now we’ve crossed ol’ Buggy Creek and homeward we are bound
No more in that cursed country will ever we be found
Go home to our wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go
To that God-forsaken country in the hills of Mexico
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