Now there's a man you'll hear about
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe.
And he carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar.
He never took much trouble
With the process of the law.
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
He gave a string of horses
So old they could not stand.
And I nearly starved to death, boys,
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't chaw,
With the waggin' of his jaw.
And the tellin' of his story,
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like Diamond Joe.
Now, I tried three times to quit him,
I'm still punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
And when I'm called up yonder
Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the fleas to Diamond Joe More from John Mellencamp