When I's in old Forth Worth in 18 and 83 Some old Mexican Cowboy came steppin' up to me Saying how are you young fella? How would you like to go And to spend another season 'neath them hills in Mexico? Well I had no employment, and back to him did say It's according to your wages, according to your pay He said I'll pay to you good wages, and often too, you know If you'll spend another season 'neath them hills in Mexico Well I went up to that Cowboy and I offered him my hand And he gave a string of horses so old they couldn't stand And I nearly starved to death boys, and I mean to let you know That I never saved a dollar 'neath them hills in Mexico Well I sent up for my wages, on a steamboat I did go How them bells they did ring, and them whistles they'd blow How them bells they did ring, and them whistles they'd blow On that godforsaken fortune 'neath them Hills of Mexico