Diamond Joe
There is a man you'll hear about
Most everywhere 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 was much bothered
By the process of the law.
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
I did offer him my hand.
He gave me a string of horses
So old they could not stand.
And I like to starve to death, boys,
He did mistreat me so.
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
His bread it was corn dodger
And his meat I could not chew.
And he drove me near distracted
With the waggin' of his jaw.
And the tellin' of his story,
I Mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe.
Now, I tried three times to quit him boys
But he did argue so.
I'm still punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
And when I'm called up yonder
And it comes my time to go,
Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the fleas to Diamond Joe.
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