(G.Kooymans)
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Let me tell you about Buddy Joe
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When he came down from Mexico
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With his pockets full of gold
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With his pockets full of gold
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Have you something to declare
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Are you sure there's nothing there
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'Cos if there is, don't say
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You've not been told
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Oh, Buddy Joe
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What have they done with the gold
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Well, I don't really know
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Well Buddy Joe searched all his life
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Through Mexico, all the riversides
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Not for the money, but for the gold
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He needs to hold
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Well Buddy Joe was proud as he was
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Could not stand all the fuss
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When they got to all his gold
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He was ready to go
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Oh, Buddy Joe
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What have they done with the gold
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I don't really know
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Well you'll understand he didn't stand a chance
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Everybody was shouting commands
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When Buddy Joe split in a hurry
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He was ready to be buried
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Oh Buddy Joe
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What have they done with the gold
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I don't really know
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Buddy Joe
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| Golden Earring |
