New Mexico - Faron Young

It’s was out in ol' west Texas in the spring of '83

That a fancy cow grover came a steppin' up to me

Sayin' how do you do young fella and how’d you like to go

And spend one summer drivin' on the trail to New Mexico

Now I wadn’t a workin' so to the grover I did say

A goin' out to Mexico depends upon the pay

If you’ll pay me good wages and a horse and a saddle too

I think Sir I would go with you and stay the summer through

My pleasures all ended and my troubles soon began

The first storm that hit us when the cattle oh they ran

While runnin' through thorn and stickers there was some’um' we didn’t know

The Injuns were a watchin' us from the hills of Mexico

The Indians rustled the cattle and the grover well he didn’t pay

Before we knew what happened he’d up and rode away

So go home to your wife and children boy tell others not to go

To that forsaken country they call New Mexico

To that forsaken country they call New Mexico

To that forsaken country they call New Mexico

To that forsaken country…