Let Me Tell You About Buddy Joe


When He Came Down From Mexico


With His Pockets Full Of Gold


Have You Something To Declare


Are You Sure There’s Nothing There


‘Cos If There Is, Don’t Say


You’ve Not Been Told


Oh, Buddy Joe


What Have They Done With The Gold


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, Proud As He Was


Could Not Stand All The Fuss


When They Got To All His Gold


He Was Ready To Go


Oh, Buddy Joe


What Have They Done With The Gold


I Don’t Really Know


Well You’ll Understand He Didn’t Stand A Chance


Everybody Was Shouting Commands


When Buddy Joe Split In A Hurry


Soon He Was Ready To Be Burried


Oh Buddy Joe


What Have They Done With The Gold


I Don’t Really Know