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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 well-known famous droverCome a'walkin' up to meSayin' "How do you do young fellerAnd how'd you like to goAnd spend a summer pleasantOn the trail of the buffalo?"Well me being out of work right thenTo that drover I did say"This goin' out on the buffalo roadDepends upon your payIf you pay good wagesTransportation to and froWell I think I might go with youOn the range of the buffalo"Letras de cancionesYes I will pay good wagesAnd transportation tooIf you'll agree to work for meUntil the season's throughBut if you do grow homesickAnd try and run awayYou'll starve to death out on the trailAnd you'll also lose your payWell with all this flatterin' talkin'He signed up quite a trainSome ten or twelve in numberAll able bodied menOur trip it was a pleasant oneAs we hit the Westward RowUntil we struck ol' Boggy CreekIn old New MexicoWell, here our pleasures endedAnd our troubles all begunWhen a lightnin' storm come up on usAnd it made the cattle runWe got full of the stickersFrom the cactus that did growAnd the outlaws waiting to pick us offIn old New MexicoWell the working season endedBut the drover would not payHe said "You went and drunk too muchYou're all in debt to me"But the cowboys never had heardOf such a thing as a bankrupt lawSo we left the drover's bones to bleachOn the range of the buffalo From Letras Mania