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 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  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  Then he was ready to be buried  oh, 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  where have they gone with the gold