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The Trail to Mexico 
The Trail to Mexico 
I made up my mind to change my way To leave the crowd that was too gay, And leave my native home awhile And travel west for many a mile. 
It was in the merry month of May When I started for Texas far away, I left my darling girl behind She said her heart was only mine. 
When I embraced her in my arms I thought she had ten thousand charms Her caresses soft, her kisses sweet Saying,"We'll get married next time we meet." 
It was in the year of '83 That A.J. Stinson hired me He said,"Young man, I want you to go And follow my herd into Mexico." 
Well, it was early in the year When I volunteered to drive the steers I can tell you boys, it was a lonesome go As the herd rolled on toward Mexico. 
When I arrived in Mexico I longed for my girl, but I could not go So I wrote a letter to my dear But not a word did I ever hear. 
I started back to my once-loved home Inquired for the girl I called my own, They said she'd married a richer life "Therefore, cowboy, seek another wife." 
"O, curse your gold and your silver, too, O, curse the girls that don't prove true. I'll go right back to the Rio Grande And get me a job with a cowboy band." 
She said,"Oh, buddy, stay at home 
Don't be forever on the roam. There's many a girl more true than I So please don't go where the bullets fly." 
"Yes, I know girls more true than you And I know girls who would prove true; But I'll go back where the bullets fly And follow the cow trail 'til I die." 
Note: Recorded by Carl T. Sprague in 1925. The anti-heroine is
 more frank than usual. RG DT #380 Laws B13