 When I's in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty-three
Saw a Mexican cowboy come ridin' up to me
Sayin' how are you, young fellow, how would you like to go
And spend another summer in the hills of Mexico?
Well, I had no appointment back to him I did say
It's accordin' to your wages, accordin' to your pay
I will pay to you good wages and often, too, you know
If you'll spend another season in the hills of Mexico
Now with all this flatterin' talkin' he signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, some able bodied men
And our trip it was pleasant as we hit the western road
Till we crossed the old Peace River to those hills of Mexico
It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles all begun
Was a lightening storm that hit us and made the cattle run
And we all got full of stickers from the cactus that did grow
And the outlaws there to rob us in those hills of Mexico
Well, they sent along that old steamboat and back to home did go
How those bells started ringing, the whistles they did blow
Going back to friends and loves ones and I'll tell them not to go
To that God-forsaken country in those hills of Mexico
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