Now there's a man you hear about Most any place you go
And he's hoarding iron taxes And his name was Diamond Joe
And he carries all his money In a diamond-studded jar
And he never took much trouble With the process of the law
And I heard that Diamond Joe boys Did offer him my hand
And he gave a string of horses So all they could not stand
And I nearly stirred to death boys He did mistreat me so
And I never saved a dollar In the pain of Diamond Joe
Now his brain it was scorned, I'm sure And his meat you couldn't show
Nearly drove me crazy With the weight of his jaw
And the telling of his story Made them let you know
That there never was a rounder That could line like Diamond Joe
Now my friend he turns to quit him But he didn't argue so
And now I'm still punching a kettle In the pain of Diamond Joe
And when I'm caught up yonder And it's my time to go
Give the blankets to my buddies But give the fleas to Diamond Joe
Diamond Joe, Diamond Joe, Diamond Joe
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