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OUT IN NEW MEXICO

Recorded by: Johnny Horton

Writer: Johnny Horton



[D] It was in the town of Griffin

In the [A] year of [D] '83

(stays in D until last line)

It was there an old cow-puncher

Stepped up and said to me

How do you do, young fellow

And how would you like to go

And spend a pleasant summer

Out [A7] in New Mexi-[D] co?



I'll furnish you good wages

Your transportation, too

If you will but go with me

One summer season's thru

But if you grow homesick

And back to Griffin go

I'll furnish you no horses

From the hills of Mexico.



Well, we left the town of Griffin

In the merry month of May

When ev'rything seemed lovely

And ev'rything seemed gay

With saddles on our horses

Marching onward, we did go

Until we reached Old Boggy

Out in New Mexico.



It was there our pleasures ended

And our troubles, they began

Oh! the first hailstorm came on us

Oh! how those cattle ran

Thru all kinds of thorns and thistles

The cowboys had to go

While the indians watched upon us

Out in New Mexico.



And when the drive was over

The rider would not pay

To all you good-lookin' people

This much I have to say

Go back to your friends and loved ones

Tell others not to go

To the God-forsaken country

They call New Mexico.

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