Gob Iron - Hills of Mexico

Come on you old time ramblers
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
Spend a summer pleasant on
the trail of the buffalo

Found myself drifting
in the spring of 83
When a well-known famous drover
came a walkin' up to me
Said How you do young fella?
Well, how'd you like to go
Spend a summer pleasant on
the trail of the buffalo?

Well I being out of work right then
to the drover I did say
Going out on the buffalo road
depends upon your pay
Well if you pay good wages,
transportation to and fro
Think I might go with you on
the hunt of the buffalo

Of course I'll pay good wages
and transportation too
If you agree to work for me
until the season's through
But if you do get homesick and
try and run away
You'll starve to death out on the plain
and also lose your pay

With all his flattery talking,
he signed up quite a train
Ten or twelve in number
of able-bodied men
Our trip it was a pleasant one
as we hit the westward road
Till we crossed through that
old border town to the hills of Mexico

There our pleasures ended
and our troubles all began
A lightning storm did hit us
and made the cattle run
Got all full of stickers from
the cactus that did grow
Outlaws waiting to pick us off
in the hills of Mexico

Well our working season ended and
the drover would not pay
You all drank too much,
you're all in debt to me
But the cowboys had not heard of
such a bankrupt law
So we left that drover's bones to bleed
in the hills of Mexico

Written by:
Anders Parker

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