There is a man you'll hear about Most everywhere you go And his holdings are in Texas And his name is Diamond Joe And he carried all of his money In a diamond-studded jar And he never was much bothered By the process of the law And I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys I did offer him my hand And he give me a string of horses So old they could not stand And I liked to starve to death, boys He did mistreat me so And I never saved a dollar In the pay of Diamond Joe ♪ Yeah Well, his bread, it was corn dodger And his meat I could not chaw And he drove me near distracted With the waggin' of his jaw And the tellin' of his stories I mean to let you know That there never was a rounder That could lie like Diamond Joe Now, I tried three times to quit him, boys But he did argue so That I'm still punchin' cattle In the pay of Diamond Joe And when I'm called up yonder And it comes my time to go Give my blankets to my buddies Give the fleas to Diamond Joe Give my blankets to my buddies Give the fleas to Diamond Joe