Bob Stanford, he's a Texas boy, He lives down on the flat; His trade is running a well-drill, But he's none the worse for that.
He is neither rich nor handsome, But, unlike the city dude, His manners they are pleasant Instead of flip and rude.
His people live in Texas, That is his native home, But like many other Western lads He drifted off from home.
He came out to New Mexico A fortune for to make, He punched the bottom out of the earth And never made a stake.
So he came to Arizona And again set up his drill To punch a hole for water, And he's punching at it still.
He says he is determined To make the business stick Or spend that derned old well machine And all he can get on tick.
I hope he is successful And I'll help him if I can, For I admire pluck and ambition In an honest working man.
So keep on going down, Punch the bottom out, or try, There is nothing in a hole in the ground That continues being dry.