Buffalo Skinners

Come all you old time cowboys
 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
 And spend the summer pleasant
 On the range of the buffalo
 Well I found myself in griffin
 In eighteen eighty three
 When a man by the name of Crego
 Came walking up to me
 Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better
 He said, "How do you do, young fellow
 And how'd you like to go
 And spend the summer pleasant
 On the range of the buffalo
 Well of course I pay good wages
 I pay transportation too
 If you will agree to work for me
 Until the season's through
 But if you do get homesick
 And you try to run away
 You'll starve to death
 Out on the trail and also lose your pay
 All his flattering talking
 We signed up quite a train
 Of ten or twelve in number
 Of able bodied men
 And the trip it was a pleasant one
 Through all New Mexico
 Until we crossed Pease River
 On the range of the Buffalo
 It was there our pleasures ended
 And our troubles all began
 A lightening storm came on us
 And made the cattle run
 We got full of the stickers
 On the cactus that did grow
 And the outlaws came to pick us off
 In the hills of Mexico
 Yeah the hills of Mexico
 Well, our working season ended
 And the drover would not pay
 He said you lost your money boy
 You're all in debt to me
 But the cowboys never put much stock
 On a thing like bankrupt law
 So we left the bastard's bones to bleach
 On the range of the Buffalo