Bob Dylan – Diamond Joe (Ukulele)

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Now There's a man you'll hear about

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Most anywhere you go,

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And his holdings are in Texas

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And his name is Diamond Joe.

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And he carries all his money

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In a diamond-studded jar.

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He never took much trouble

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With the process of the law.

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I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,

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Did offer him my hand,

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He gave a string of horses

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So old they could not stand.

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And I nearly starved to death, boys,

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He did mistreat me so,

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And I never saved a dollar

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In the pay of Diamond Joe.

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Now his bread it was corn dodger

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And his meat you couldn't chaw,

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Nearly drove me crazy

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With the waggin' of his jaw.

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And the tellin' of his story,

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Mean to let you know

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That there never was a rounder

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That could lie like Diamond Joe.

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Now, I tried three times to quit him,

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But he did argue so

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I'm still punchin' cattle

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In the pay of Diamond Joe

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And when I'm called up yonder

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And it's my time to go,

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Give my blankets to my buddies

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Give the fleas to Diamond Joe.