I'm goin' up up on a mountain
So I can see my little baby
And I'm gonna stand lookin' down
I'm going up upon a hillside
And she never tells no lies
Whenever she is walking around
I' m gonna build me a whiskey still
'Til the 4th day of July
Well, you robbed my poor pockets
You're the meanest card I know
And you nearly stole my soul
And she never holler cuckoo
And she warbles as she flies
Of the silver and the gold
For a twenty dollar-bill
Well, she brings us glad tidings
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
Well, I'll eat when I'm hungry
Well, I've known you of old
And I'll drink when I'm dry
And I'll sell you one bottle
Well, you've robbed my poor pockets
And if some woman don't shoot me
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
