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