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 carried all of his money

In a diamond-studded jar

And he never was much bothered

By the process of the law

And I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys

I did offer him my hand

And he give me a string of horses

So old they could not stand

And I liked to starve to death, boys

He did mistreat me so

And I never saved a dollar

In the pay of Diamond Joe

Yeah

Well, his bread, it was corn dodger

And his meat I could not chaw

And he drove me near distracted

With the waggin' of his jaw

And the tellin' of his stories

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

That 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

Give my blankets to my buddies

Give the fleas to Diamond Joe