Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
It was in the year of eighty-three
That A.J. Stinson hired me.
He says, "Young fellow, I want you to go
And drive this herd to Mexico."
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
The first horse they gave me was an old black
With two big set-fasts on his back;
I padded him with gunny-sacks and my bedding all;
He went up, then down, and I got a fall.
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
The next they gave me was an old gray,
I'll remember him till my dying day.
And if I had to swear to the fact,
I believe he was worse off than the black.
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
Oh, it was early in the year
When I went on trail to drive the steer.
I stood my guard through sleet and snow
While on the trail to Mexico.
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
Oh, it was a long and lonesome go
As our herd rolled on to Mexico;
With laughter light and the cowboy's song
To Mexico we rolled along.