Poor old Injun Joe
Took on a pissed-off god
Stealin tribal gold
Way down in Mexico

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Joe set off with the gold
Into the desert land
His water soon ran out
His horse died in the sand

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Just when he thought all hope was lost
He saw a preacher man
Well help me preacher please, Joe said
Preacher turned into a buzzard's head

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Poor old Joe died that night
Under the desert moon
Spoil the child, spare the rod
Don't ever mess with a pissed-off god

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Should've looked out Joe, but you went bad
Should've known, gonna wind up dead
Stealin from your tribe, you know that that is a crime
Whoa well now folks where I come from
The would've hanged you for what you done