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Well, let me tell you about old |
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Buddy JoeWhen he came down from |
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MexicoWith his pockets full of gold |
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With his pockets full of gold |
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Oh, is there something to declare? |
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Are you sure there's nothing there? |
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And if there is, don't say |
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You've not been told, you've not been told |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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What have you done with the gold |
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Well, I don't really know |
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Well, Buddy |
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Joe searched all his life |
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Through Mexico, all the riversides |
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Not for the money but for the gold |
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He needs to hold |
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Well, Buddy |
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Joe was proud as he was |
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Couldn't stand all the fuss |
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When they got to all his gold |
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He was ready to go, he was ready to go |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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What have you done with the gold? |
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You'll understand he didn't stand a chance |
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Everybody was shouting commands |
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When Buddy |
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Joe split in a hurry |
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Then he was ready to be buried |
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Oh, he was ready to be buried |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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Oh, Buddy |
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Joe, what have you done with the gold? |
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What have you done with the gold? |