Song | Diamond Joe |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Masked & Anonymous[EXTRA TRACKS] |
作词 : Traditional | |
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. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
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 diamondstudded 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. |