Authorship Unknown, 19th Century Folk Song
Performed by: The Failsworth Pilgrims (mp3)
There is a man you hear about, most every place you go His holdings are in Texas, and his name is Diamond Joe He carries all his money, in a diamond studded jaw And he's never been much bothered by the process of the law I hired to Diamond Joe boys, I did offer him my hand He gave me a string of horses, so old they could not stand I liked to die of hunger, he did mistreat me so And I never earned a dollar, in the pay of Diamond Joe Well his bread it was corndodger*, his meat I could not chaw And he drove me near distracted, with the wagging of his jaw By the telling of this story, I aim to let you know There never was a rounder*, that lied like Diamond Joe I tried three times to quit him boys, but he did argue so That I'm still punching cattle, in the pay of Diamond Joe When I'm called up yonder, when it is my time to go Give my blankets to my buddies, give the fleas to Diamond Joe
*corndodger: small, round, fried cornbread.
*rounder: a drunk