Capo: 1st fret
[Verse 1]
A E A
It was in the town of Griffin, the year was ’83
D A
It was there an old cow-puncher stepped up and said to me
D A
How do you do young fellow and how would you like to go
E A
And spend a pleasant summer out in New Mexico
[Verse 2]
E A
I’ll furnish you good wages your transportation too
D A
If you will but go with me one summer season’s through
D A
But if you should get homesick and back to Griffin go
E A
Then I’ll furnish you no horses from the hills of Mexico
[Verse 3]
E A
We left the town of Griffin in the merry month of May
D A
When all the world was lovely and everything was gay
D A
With saddles on our horses marching onward we did go
E A
Until we reached Old Boggy out in New Mexico
[Verse 4]
E A
It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles they began
D A
The first hailstorm fell on us, those cattle how they ran
D A
Through all the thorns and thistles the cowboys had to go
E A
While the Indians watched upon us out in New Mexico
[Verse 5]
E A
And when the drive was over the rider would not pay
D A
To all you happy people this much I have to say
D A
Go back to your friends and loved ones tell others not to go
E A
To the God-forsaken country they call New Mexico
Capo: 1st fret
[Verse 1]
A E A
It was in the town of Griffin, the year was ’83
D A
It was there an old cow-puncher stepped up and said to me
D A
How do you do young fellow and how would you like to go
E A
And spend a pleasant summer out in New Mexico
[Verse 2]
E A
I’ll furnish you good wages your transportation too
D A
If you will but go with me one summer season’s through
D A
But if you should get homesick and back to Griffin go
E A
Then I’ll furnish you no horses from the hills of Mexico
[Verse 3]
E A
We left the town of Griffin in the merry month of May
D A
When all the world was lovely and everything was gay
D A
With saddles on our horses marching onward we did go
E A
Until we reached Old Boggy out in New Mexico
[Verse 4]
E A
It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles they began
D A
The first hailstorm fell on us, those cattle how they ran
D A
Through all the thorns and thistles the cowboys had to go
E A
While the Indians watched upon us out in New Mexico
[Verse 5]
E A
And when the drive was over the rider would not pay
D A
To all you happy people this much I have to say
D A
Go back to your friends and loved ones tell others not to go
E A
To the God-forsaken country they call New Mexico
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