| 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 | 
| Spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the Buffalo | 
| I found myself in Griffin in the spring of '83 | 
| When a well-known, famous drover come walking up to me | 
| Said, «How do you do, young fellow, well how’d you like to go | 
| And spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the Buffalo?» | 
| Well I being out of work right then, to this drover I did say | 
| «Going out on the Buffalo Road, depends on the pay | 
| If you will pay good wages and transportation to and fro | 
| I think I might go with you on the hunt of the Buffalo.» | 
| «Of course I’ll pay good wages and transportation too | 
| If you will agree to work for me until the season’s through.» | 
| But if you do get homesick and try to run away | 
| You will 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 crossed old Boggy Creek, in old New Mexico | 
| There our pleasures ended, and our troubles all began | 
| 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 in 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 |