OUT IN NEW MEXICO
Recorded by: Johnny Horton
Writer: Johnny Horton
[D] It was in the town of Griffin
In the [A] year of [D] '83
(stays in D until last line)
It was there an old cow-puncher
Stepped up and said to me
How do you do, young fellow
And how would you like to go
And spend a pleasant summer
Out [A7] in New Mexi-[D] co?
I'll furnish you good wages
Your transportation, too
If you will but go with me
One summer season's thru
But if you grow homesick
And back to Griffin go
I'll furnish you no horses
From the hills of Mexico.
Well, we left the town of Griffin
In the merry month of May
When ev'rything seemed lovely
And ev'rything seemed gay
With saddles on our horses
Marching onward, we did go
Until we reached Old Boggy
Out in New Mexico.
It was there our pleasures ended
And our troubles, they began
Oh! the first hailstorm came on us
Oh! how those cattle ran
Thru all kinds of thorns and thistles
The cowboys had to go
While the indians watched upon us
Out in New Mexico.
And when the drive was over
The rider would not pay
To all you good-lookin' people
This much I have to say
Go back to your friends and loved ones
Tell others not to go
To the God-forsaken country
They call New Mexico.
SOURCE:
JOHNNY HORTON/12 GREAT PERFORMANCES
Columbia Records CS-2299
OUT IN NEW MEXICO
Recorded by: Johnny Horton
Writer: Johnny Horton
[D] It was in the town of Griffin
In the [A] year of [D] '83
(stays in D until last line)
It was there an old cow-puncher
Stepped up and said to me
How do you do, young fellow
And how would you like to go
And spend a pleasant summer
Out [A7] in New Mexi-[D] co?
I'll furnish you good wages
Your transportation, too
If you will but go with me
One summer season's thru
But if you grow homesick
And back to Griffin go
I'll furnish you no horses
From the hills of Mexico.
Well, we left the town of Griffin
In the merry month of May
When ev'rything seemed lovely
And ev'rything seemed gay
With saddles on our horses
Marching onward, we did go
Until we reached Old Boggy
Out in New Mexico.
It was there our pleasures ended
And our troubles, they began
Oh! the first hailstorm came on us
Oh! how those cattle ran
Thru all kinds of thorns and thistles
The cowboys had to go
While the indians watched upon us
Out in New Mexico.
And when the drive was over
The rider would not pay
To all you good-lookin' people
This much I have to say
Go back to your friends and loved ones
Tell others not to go
To the God-forsaken country
They call New Mexico.
SOURCE:
JOHNNY HORTON/12 GREAT PERFORMANCES
Columbia Records CS-2299