Buddy Joe - Golden Earring

Let me tell you about Buddy Joe

When he came down from Mexico

With his pockets full of gold

Have you something to declare

Are you sure there’s nothing there

'Cos if there is, don’t say

You’ve not been told

Oh, Buddy Joe

What have they done with the gold

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, proud as he was

Could not stand all the fuss

When they got to all his gold

He was ready to go

Oh, Buddy Joe

What have they done with the gold

I don’t really know

Well you’ll understand he didn’t stand a chance

Everybody was shouting commands

When Buddy Joe split in a hurry

Soon he was ready to be burried

Oh Buddy Joe

What have they done with the gold

I don’t really know