Trail to Mexico

I made up my mind to change my way
And quit my crowd that was so gay,
And leave the girl who promised me her hand
And head down south to the Rio Grande.
"Twas in the spring of "53
When A.J. Stinson hired me;
He said, "Young feller, I want you to go
And drive this herd down to Mexico."
Oh, it was a long and toilsome go
As we rode on to Mexico,
With laughter light and cowboy song,
To Mexico as we rolled along.
When I arrived in that distant land
I wanted to see my love but I could not stand,
So I wrote a letter, a letter to my dear
But not a word from her could I hear.

When I returned to my native land
They said she"d married a richer man,
They said she"d married a richer life
Therefore, wild cowboy, seek another wife.
Oh, it"s curse your gold, and your silver too,
Confound the girls who won"t prove true.
I"ll head out West where the bullets fly
And stay on the trail till the day I die.