When I's in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty three
Some old Mexican cowboy come stepping up to me
Saying "How are 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 and them whistles they did blow
How them bells they did ring and them whistles they did blow
On that godforsaken fortune 'neath them hills of Mexico
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