Buddy Joe Lyrics

Well, let me tell you about old Buddy Joe When he came down from Mexico With his pockets full of gold With his pockets full of gold
Oh, is there 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 you done with the gold? Oh, Buddy Joe, what have you 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 was proud as he was Couldn't 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 you done with the gold? Oh, Buddy Joe, what have you done with the gold? What have you done with the gold?
You'll understand he didn't stand a chance Everybody was shouting commands When Buddy Joe split in a hurry Then he was ready to be buried Oh, he was ready to be buried
Oh, Buddy Joe, what have you done with the gold? Oh, Buddy Joe, what have you done with the gold? Oh, Buddy Joe, what have you done with the gold? Oh, Buddy Joe, what have you done with the gold? What have you done with the gold?