Well, there is a man you'll hear about
Most every place you go
All his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe
And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar
He never was much bother
By the process of the law
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys
Did offer him my hand
And he gave me a string of horses
So old they couldn't stand
And I liked to starved to death, boys
He did mistreat me so
And I never saved no dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe
His bread it was corn dodger
His meat I couldn't chaw
Nearly drove me near distracted
By the wagging of his jaw
Oh, the telling of his story
Oh, I hate to let you know
There never was no rounder
That lied like Diamond Joe
Well, I tried three times to quit him, boys
Oh, he did argue so
I'm still punching 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 my fleece to Diamond Joe
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