Verse 1 'Twas in the town of Jacksboro, in the spring of '73, A man by the name of Crego came stepping up to me, Saying, \"How do you do, young fellow, and how'd you like to go And spend a summer pleasant on the range of the buffalo?\" Verse 2 It's me being out of employment, to Crego I did say, \"This going out on the buffalo range depends upon the pay. But if you pay good wages and transportation too, I think, sir, I will go with you to the range of the buffalo.\" Chorus Come all you buffalo skinners and listen to my song, And if you pay attention, I’ll not detain you long. It’s concerning the buffalo skinners and how they do go wrong, And how they are misused out on the range so long. Verse 3 Well, we crossed Pease River, and our troubles had begun, We had a light breakfast, and we started on the run. We skinned the damned old buffalo from morning until night, And we never saw a fire, boys, nor heard a bit of light. Verse 4 Our wagons broke down, boys, our mules all got away, And it left us with no way to get our final pay. Our hearts were all in sorrow, our heads were full of woe, And the damned contract boss, boys, he paid us off in dough. Verse 5 So now, you buffalo skinners, take warning by my song, And if you cross Pease River, boys, you’ll always think it wrong. You’ll starve to death and work like hell, and never earn your pay, So never hire with Crego, boys, upon the range to stay.