Diamond Joe

Now there's a man you'll hear about Most every place you go His holdings are in Texas And his name is Diamond Joe He carried all his money In a diamond-studded jar And he never was much bothered By the process of the law Well, I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys I did offer him my hand Then he gave a string of horses So old they could not stand Oh, I like to starve 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 I could not chaw And he like to drove me crazy With the waggin' of his jaw Oh, 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 When 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 I'd give my blankets to my buddies And my fleas to Diamond Joe