| 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 Texas
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| And his name is 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 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 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 Diamond Joe.
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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 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 Diamond Joe. |