Buddy Joe

Lyrics

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