Lyrics:
Come all you old time cowboysAnd listen to my songPlease do not grow wearyI'll not detain you longConcerning some wild cowboysWho did agree to goAnd spend the summer pleasantOn the range of the buffaloWell I found myself in griffinIn eighteen eighty threeWhen a man by the name of CregoCame walking up to meHe said, 'how do you do, young fellowAnd how'd you like to goAnd spend the summer pleasantOn the range of the buffaloWell of course I pay good wagesI pay transportation tooIf you will agree to work for meUntil the season's throughBut if you do get homesickAnd you try to run awayYou'll starve to deathOut on the trail and also lose your payAll his flattering talkingWe signed up quite a trainOf ten or twelve in numberOf able bodied menAnd the trip it was a pleasant oneThrough all New MexicoUntil we crossed Pease RiverOn the range of the BuffaloIt was there our pleasures endedAnd our troubles all beganA lightening storm came on usAnd made the cattle runWe got full of the stickersOn the cactus that did growAnd the outlaws came to pick us offIn the hills of MexicoYeah the hills of MexicoWell, our working season endedAnd the drover would not payHe said you lost your money boyYou're all in debt to meBut the cowboys never put much stockOn a thing like bankrupt lawSo we left the bastard's bones to bleachOn the range of the Buffalo