Hills of Mexico

Now, I went out in old Fort Worth in 18 and 83
When a Mexican cowboy came steppin' up to me
Now, he said, "How're you, young fellow? How would you like to go
And spend the season workin' with me in Mexico?"

Well, having no employment, back to him I did say
"'Tis according to your wages, 'tis according to your pay"
Said, "I'll pay you good wages, on a steamboat you will go
And spend the season working with me in Mexico"

Well, back up on that old steamboat back to home I did go
Those bells they were ringing, those whistles they did blow
Go back, friends and loved ones, and tell them not to go
Oh, to that godforsaken county in the hills of Mexico



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Writer(s): Nora Brown
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