Ca sĩ: Johnny Cash

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T’was in the town of GriffinThe year was Eighty threeIt was there an old cow puncherStepped up and said to me“How do you do young fellow?And how would you like to goAnd spend a pleasant summerOut in New Mexico?”“I’ll furnish you good wagesYour transportation tooIf you will but go with meOne summer season through”“But if you should get homesickAnd back to Griffin goThen I’ll furnish you no horsesFrom the hills of Mexico”We left the town of GriffinIn the merry month of MayWhen all the world was lovelyAnd everything was gayWith saddles on our horsesMarching over we did goUntil we reached the loggingOut in New MexicoIt was there our pleasures endedAnd our troubles they beganThe first hail storm fell on usThose cattle how they ranThrough all the thorns and thistlesUs cowboys had to goWhile the Indians watched upon usOut in New MexicoWell when the drive was overThe riders would not payTo all you happy peopleThis much I have to sayGo back to your friends and loved onesTell others not to goTo the god forsaken countryThey call New Mexico