There is a man you'll hear about Most anyplace you go And his holdings are in Texas And his name is Diamond Joe He carries all his money In a diamond-studded jar And he never was much bothered By the process of the law Hired out to Diamond Joe, boys I did offer him my hand And he gave me a string of horses So old they couldn't stand I'd likely 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 it kept me well distracted With the wagging of his jaw And the telling of his stories 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 punching cattle In the pay of Diamond Joe But when I'm called up a yonder And it come up time to go Give my blankets to my buddies And give the fleas to Diamond Joe