Well let me tell you about Buddy Joe When he came down from Mexico With his pockets full of gold With his pockets full of gold Have you something to declare Are you sure there's nothing there And if there is, don't say you've not been told, you've not been told
Oh, Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold Oh, Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold What have you done with the gold Well I don't really know
Well Buddy Joe searched all his life Through Mexico, all the riversides Not for the money but for the gold He needs to hold Well Buddy Joe was proud as he was Could not stand all the fuss When they got to all his gold He was ready to go, he was ready to go
Oh, Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold Oh, Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold What have you done with the gold Well I don't really know
You'll understand he didn't stand a chance Everybody was shouting commands When Buddy Joe split in a hurry Then he was ready to be buried oh, he was ready to be buried
Oh Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold Oh, Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold Oh, Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold Oh Buddy Joe where have they gone with the goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
