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There is a man you'll hear about
Most everywhere you go
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe

And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar
And he never was much bothered
By the process of the law

I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys
I did offer him my hand
And he gave me a string of horses
So old they could not stand


And I almost starved to death, boys
He did mistreat me so
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe

Well, his brеad it was corn dodger
And his meat, I could not chaw
And he drovе me near distracted
With the wagging of his jaw

And the telling of his stories
I mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe

I tried three times to quit him, boys
But he did argue so
I'm still punchin' 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 the fleas to Diamond Joe

Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the fleas to Diamond Joe

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