The Hills of Mexico Lyrics

'Twas in the town of Griffin
In the year of '65
A well-known, famous drover

'Twas in the town of Griffin
In the year of '65
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've begun
Lightning flashed like hellfire
And made the cattle run

I tread towards the hiding place
There is a hot snow
Comanches waiting to pick us off
On the hills of Mexico

You don't have to take this one down
You don't have to, you're just wasting tape