paroles de chanson New Mexico - Johnny Cash
It
was
in
the
town
of
Griffin,
the
year
was
eighty
three
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
in
New
Mexico
I'll
furnish
you
good
wages,
your
transportation
too
If
you
will
but
go
with
me,
one
summer
season
through
But
if
you
should
get
homesick
and
back
to
Griffin
go
Then
I'll
furnish
you
no
horses
from
the
hills
of
Mexico
We
left
the
town
of
Griffin
in
the
merry
month
of
May
When
all
the
world
was
lovely
and
everything
was
gay
With
saddles
on
our
horses,
marching
over
we
did
go
Until
we
reached
the
logging
out
in
New
Mexico
It
was
there
our
pleasures
ended
and
our
troubles
they
began
The
first
hail
storm
fell
on
us,
those
cattle
how
they
ran
Through
all
the
thorns
and
thistles,
us
cowboys
had
to
go
While
the
Indians
watched
upon
us,
out
in
New
Mexico
Well,
when
the
drive
was
over,
the
riders
would
not
pay
To
all
you
happy
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
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