Buffalo Skinners - MoriArty

Come all you old time cowboys

And listen to my song

Please do not grow weary

I’ll not detain you long

Concerning some wild cowboys

Who did agree to go

And spend the summer pleasant

On the range of the buffalo

Well I found myself in griffin

In eighteen eighty three

When a man by the name of Crego

Came walking up to me

Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better

He said, «How do you do, young fellow

And how’d you like to go

And spend the summer pleasant

On the range of the buffalo

Well of course I pay good wages

I pay transportation too

If you will agree to work for me

Until the season’s through

But if you do get homesick

And you try to run away

You’ll starve to death

Out on the trail and also lose your pay

All his flattering talking

We signed up quite a train

Of ten or twelve in number

Of able bodied men

And the trip it was a pleasant one

Through all New Mexico

Until we crossed Pease River

On the range of the Buffalo

It was there our pleasures ended

And our troubles all began

A lightening storm came on us

And made the cattle run

We got full of the stickers

On the cactus that did grow

And the outlaws came to pick us off

In the hills of Mexico

Yeah the hills of Mexico

Well, our working season ended

And the drover would not pay

He said you lost your money boy

You’re all in debt to me

But the cowboys never put much stock

On a thing like bankrupt law

So we left the bastard’s bones to bleach

On the range of the Buffalo