| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan (arr)
1. Now There's a man you'll hear about
Most anywhere you
go,
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe.
2. And he
carries all his money
In a diamond-studded jar.
He never took much trouble
With the
process of the law.
3. I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
Did offer him my
hand,
He gave a string of horses
So old they could not stand.
4. And I nearly
starved to death, boys,
He did mistreat me so,
And I never saved a dollar
In the pay
of Diamond Joe.
5. Now his bread it was corn dodger
And his meat you couldn't
chaw,
Nearly drove me crazy
With the waggin' of his jaw.
6. And the tellin' of
his story,
Mean to let you know
That there never was a rounder
That could lie like
Diamond Joe.
Instrumental
7. Now, I tried three times to quit him,
But he
did argue so
I'm still punchin' cattle
In the pay of Diamond Joe.
8. And when
I'm called up yonder
And it's my time to go,
Give my blankets to my buddies
Give the
fleas to Diamond Joe |
