voice; guitarsCollected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958 Reel 359, Item 7 Jack of Diamonds Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds, I know you of old, You robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold. My horses ain't hungry, They won't eat your hay, My wagon's been greased, And I away. If the ocean was whiskey And I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom And I'd never come up. Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, Rye whiskey, I cry; If I don't get rye whiskey, I'll live till I die. Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, Rye whiskey I crave; If I don't get that whiskey, I'll go to the grave. Now my hosses ain't hungry, They won't eat your hay, My wagon And I my way.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas H...