Saying, how are you, young fellow?
Now, would you like to go
Well, I had no employment
It's according to your wages,
I will pay to you good wages,
if you'll spend another season
with all his flatterin' talkin'
He signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number,
And our trip, it was pleasant
as we hit the western road
Till we crossed the old Peace River
It was there our pleasures ended
and our troubles all begun
Was a lightning storm that hit us
And we all got full of stickers
from the cactus that did grow
And the outlaws there to rob us
Well they sent along that old steamboat
Now those bells started ringing,
the whistles they did blow
Going back to friends and loved ones,
and I'll tell them not to go
To that God -forsaken country
in those hills of Mexico.
