Diamond Joe - Charley Crockett

There is a man you’ll hear about

Most any place you go

And his holdings are in Texas

And his name is Diamond Joe

He carries all his money

In a diamond-studded jar

An' 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 a string of horses

So old they couldn’t stand

I like to starve to death, boys

He did mistreat me so

I never saved a dollar

In the pay of Diamond Joe

Now, his bread it was corn dodger

And his meat I couldn’t chaw

And he kept me well distracted

With the waggin' of his jaw

And the tellin' of his story

I aim to let you know

There never was a rounder

Who lied like Diamond Joe

Now, I tried three times to quit him, boys

But he did argue so

And I’m still punchin' cattle

In the pay of Diamond Joe

But when I’m called up a’yonder

And come my time to go

Give my blankets to my buddies

Give the fleas to Diamond Joe