[Intro]
´Twas in the town of Griffin
In the year of sixty-five
A well known famous drover

´Twas in the town of Griffin
In the year of sixty-five
A well known famous drover
Stepped up to me and talked
Sayin´ "How do you do, young cowboy
And how´d you 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 [?] river, boys
Our troubles thеy begun
Lightning, flashlight, hell-fire
Had madе the cattle run
I tread towards the hiding place
[?] hot as snow
Comanches waiting to pick us off
On the hills of Mexico

(Really I could take this one down. We´re just wasting, wasting tape)