Pete Seeger - Buffalo Skinners lyrics

'Twas in the town o' Jacksboro
In the spring o' seventy-three
A man by the name o' Crego
Come steppin' up to me
Said how d'you do young fellers
And how'd you like to go
And spend one summer pleasantly on
The range o' the buffalo

It's me bein' out of employment
To ol' Crego I did say
This goin' out on the buffalo range
Depends upon the pay
But if you'll pay good wages
And transportation too
I think sir I will go with you
To the range o' the buffalo

Well it's now we've crossed
Pease River boys
Our troubles they have begun
First old stinker that I cut -
Christ how I cut my thumb
While skinnin' the dog-gone ol' buffalo
Our lives they had no show
For the Indians watched to pick us off
While skinnin' the buffalo
The season bein' near over
Ol' Crego he did say
The crowd had been extravagant
Was in debt to him that day
We coaxed him an' we argued
But still it was no go
We left his damned ol' bones to bleached
On the range o' the buffalo

It's now we've crossed Pease River
And homeward we are bound
No more in that old fire country
Will ever we be found
Go back to our wives and sweethearts
Tell others not to go
For God's forsaken the buffalo range
And the damn ol' buffalo