T?was in the town of Griffin, the year was Eighty three   It was there an old cow puncher, stepped up and said to me   ?How do you do young fellow and how would you like to go   And spend a pleasant summer, out in New Mexico??      I?ll furnish you good wages, your transportation too   If you will but go with me, one summer season through   But if you should get homesick and back to Griffin go   Then I?ll furnish you no horses from the hills of Mexico      We left the town of Griffin in the merry month of May   When all the world was lovely and everything was gay   With saddles on our horses, marching over we did go   Until we reached the logging out in New Mexico      It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles they began   The first hail storm fell on us, those cattle how they ran   Through all the thorns and thistles, us cowboys had to go   While the Indians watched upon us, out in New Mexico      Well, when the drive was over, the riders would not pay   To all you happy people, this much I have to say   Go back to your friends and loved ones, tell others not to go   To the God forsaken country, they call New Mexico