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.
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Diamond Joe
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| Bob Dylan |
