Lyrics:

'Twas in the town of Griffin,
In the year of sixty-five.
A well-known, famous drover...

'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 ya do, young cowboy,
And how'd ya like to go
Spend the summer pleasantly
In the hills of Mexico'?

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'.

Well, we crossed the Latin river, boys,
Our troubles they begun.
Lightning flashed like hell-fire
And made the cattle run.
I tread towards the hiding place
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Comanches waiting to pick us off
On the hills of Mexico.