| There is a man you’ll hear about
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| Most any place you go
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| And his holdings are in Texas
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| And his name is Diamond Joe
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| He carries all his money
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| In a diamond-studded jar
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| An' he never was much bothered
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| By the process of the law
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| I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys
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| I did offer him my hand
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| And he gave a string of horses
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| So old they couldn’t stand
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| I like to starve to death, boys
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| He did mistreat me so
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| I never saved a dollar
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| In the pay of Diamond Joe
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| Now, his bread it was corn dodger
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| And his meat I couldn’t chaw
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| And he kept me well distracted
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| With the waggin' of his jaw
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| And the tellin' of his story
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| I aim to let you know
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| There never was a rounder
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| Who lied like Diamond Joe
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| Now, I tried three times to quit him, boys
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| But he did argue so
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| And I’m still punchin' cattle
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| In the pay of Diamond Joe
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| But when I’m called up a’yonder
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| And come my time to go
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| Give my blankets to my buddies
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| Give the fleas to Diamond Joe |