It's was out in ol' west Texas in the spring of '83
That a fancy cow grover came a steppin' up to me
Sayin' how do you do young fella and how'd you like to go
And spend one summer drivin' on the trail to New Mexico
Now I wadn't a workin' so to the grover I did say
A goin' out to Mexico depends upon the pay
If you'll pay me good wages and a horse and a saddle too
I think Sir I would go with you and stay the summer through
My pleasures all ended and my troubles soon began
The first storm that hit us when the cattle oh they ran
While runnin' through thorn and stickers there was some'um' we didn't know
The Injuns were a watchin' us from the hills of Mexico
The Indians rustled the cattle and the grover well he didn't pay
Before we knew what happened he'd up and rode away
So go home to your wife and children boy tell others not to go
To that forsaken country they call New Mexico
To that forsaken country they call New Mexico
To that forsaken country they call New Mexico
To that forsaken country...
