Diamond Joe
Writen by: Traditional
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
[Instrumental Interlude]
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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