Buckskin Joe

Buckskin Joe

In the spring of 1860
I went out on a quest
And rode to Colorado
To prospect the Golden West
There I ran into Joseph 
Who wore a buckskin vest
He was digging in the dusty soil 
Until his fingers bled 
He soon would sell his claim
he thought it turned out dead
The rugged San Juan Mountains
Is where the fever took him next
Unfortunatly for old Joe the claim struck gold
They recovered it in wagonloads and all was sold

Buckskin! Buckskin! Buckskin! Buckskin Joe! 

As Buckskin Joe began to thrive
I watched the town grow big
And one fine day she just rolled in
They called her "Silver Heels"
She danced and laughed and cried,
The miners showered her with gifts
And through the deadly horror
she kept nursing all the sick
Me, I found my death falling from Mount Boss
Tumbled down to tragedy and crushed my skull
But they for hell can't keep me buried, 
Although they certainly have tried 
I must go find me gold and wife

Buckskin! Buckskin! Buckskin! Buckskin Joe!