Diamond Joe

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Diamond Joe

Bob Dylan

Now There´s a man you´ll hear about
Most anywhere you go
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe

And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar
He never took much trouble
With the process of the law

I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys
Did offer him my hand
He gave me a string of horses
So old they could not stand

And I nearly starved to death, boys
He did mistreat me so
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe

Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn´t chaw
Nearly drove me crazy
With the wagging of his jaw

And the telling of his story
Mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe

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Now, I tried three times to quit him
But he did argue so
I´m still punching cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe

And when I´m called up yonder
And it´s my time to go
Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the fleas to Diamond Joe

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