S'when I's in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty three Some old Mexican cowboy come steppin' up to me Sayin' how'r you young fella', how would you like to go And to spend another season 'neath them hills of mexico?
Well, I had no employment, and back to him did say: It's according to your wages, according to your pay He said I'll pay to you good wages, and often too, you know, If you'll spend another season 'neath them hills of mexico
Well I went up to that cowboy and I offered him my hand And he gave a string of horses so old they couldn't stand And I nearly starved to death boys, and I mean to let you know That I never saved a dollar 'neath them hills of mexico
I sent up for my wages, on a steamboat I did go How them bells they did ring, those whistles they did blow! How them bells they did ring, those whistles they did blow, On that god forsaken fortune 'neath them hills of mexicoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
