Buddy Joe — Golden Earring

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 'Cos if there is, don't say You've not been told

Oh, Buddy Joe 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 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 He was ready to be buried

Oh Buddy Joe What have they done with the gold I don't really know