Buddy Joe (G. Kooymans) 1972 Together

Well 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 they 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 they done with the gold
Oh Buddy Joe, what have they done with the gold
What have they 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 and he was ready to be buried, he was ready to be buried

Oh Buddy Joe, what have they done with the gold…