[Intro]
'Twas in the town of Griffin
In the year of sixty-five
A well known famous drover

[Verse 1]
'Twas in the town of Griffin
In the year of sixty-five
A well known famous drover
Stepped up to me and talked
Sayin' "How do you do, young cowboy
And how'd you like to go
Spend the summer pleasantly
In the hills of Mexico"

[Verse 2]
Well, me being out of work right then
To this drover I did say
"Well, this going out on the buffalo range
Depends on your pay
But if you pay good wages
Transportation to and fro
I think I might go with you
To the hills of Mexico"

[Verse 3]
Well, we crossed the [?] river, boys
Our troubles thеy begun
Lightning, flashlight, hell-fire
Had madе the cattle run
I tread towards the hiding place
[?] hot as snow
Comanches waiting to pick us off
On the hills of Mexico
(Really I could take this one down. We're just wasting, wasting tape)