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Diamond Joe |
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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. |
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And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar.
He never took much trouble
With the process of the law. |
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I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
Did offer him my hand,
He gave a string of horses
So old they could not stand. |
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And I nearly starved to death, boys,
He did mistreat me so,
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe. |
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Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw. |
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And the tellin' 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 punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe. |
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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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