In eighteen hundred and seventy three Old Charlie Goodnight hired me He said young man I'll have you go And drive this herd to New Mexico
On the goodnight lovin' trail you never get your mail at all You get no goodnight lovin' on the goodnight loving trail
I left my girl in a Texas town Said I'm too young to settle down She cried and begged me not to go But I rode off to New Mexico
On the goodnight lovin' trail...
Naconah Chief and all his braves They hit the herd and they stole some strays We shot 'em down with musket ball And we scalped them devils ears and all
On the goodnight lovin' trail...
The steers got weak they could hardly bawl But we reached Fort Sumner in the fall We sold the herd to the government But I didn't get home with a doggone cent
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