It's a long way 'round the Llano Estacado We turned em' north towards Colorado Crossed the wide pecos The sun it did bake us But we're bound to make us a buck
Two thousand long-horn cattle Some eighteen good men in the saddle We knew of the dangers Me and that old ranger Paired up in this strange enterprise
Goodbye, goodnight So long, my friend I fear that New Mexico Is where my trial ends Think of me with kindness These were the last loving words
The trails have been all but paved over So too, has the time of the drover But cowmen remember That night in September In Fort Sumner, these words could be heard
Goodbye, goodnight So long, my friend I fear that New Mexico Is where my trial ends Think of me with kindness These were the last loving wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
