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Now There's a man you'll hear about |
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Most anywhere you go, |
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And his holdings are in |
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Texas And his name is |
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Diamond Joe. |
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And he carries all his money |
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In a diamond-studded jar. |
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He never took much trouble |
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With the process of the law. |
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I hired out to |
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Diamond Joe, boys, |
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Did offer him my hand, |
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He gave a string of horses |
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So old they could not stand. |
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And I nearly starved to death, boys, |
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He did mistreat me so, |
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And I never saved a dollar |
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In the pay of |
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Diamond Joe. |
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Now his bread it was corn dodger |
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And his meat you couldn't chaw, |
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Nearly drove me crazy |
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With the waggin' of his jaw. |
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And the tellin' of his story, |
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Mean to let you know |
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That there never was a rounder |
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That could lie like |
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Diamond Joe. [Instrumental] |
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Now, I tried three times to quit him, |
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But he did argue so |
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I'm still punchin' cattle |
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In the pay of |
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Diamond Joe. |
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And when I'm called up yonder |
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And it's my time to go, |
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Give my blankets to my buddies |
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Give the fleas to |
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Diamond Joe. |
