Old Joe Clark

Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son
Preached all over the plain
The only text he ever knew was
High Low Jack and the game

'Round, 'round old Joe Clark
'Round, around, I say
'Round, 'round old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Tommy Brown
Every Tuesday night mule's head
Was sixteen inches around

Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
Fare-thee-well, I say
Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

Old Joe Clark had a yeller cat
She'd neither sing or pray
She stuck her head in a buttermilk jar
And washed her sins away

Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
Fare-thee-well, I say
Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

Old Joe Clark had a house
Sixteen stories high
Every story in that house
Was full of chicken pie

'Round, 'round old Joe Clark
'Round, around, I say
'Round, 'round old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

I went down to old Joe's house
He invited me to supper
I stumped my toe on the table leg
And stuck my nose in the butter

Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
Fare-thee-well, I say
Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

Now I wouldn't marry a widow
Tell you the reason why
She'd have so many children
She'd make those biscuits fly

Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
Fare-thee-well, I say
Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

18 miles of mountain road
15 miles of sand
If ever I travel this road again
I'll be a married man

Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
Fare-thee-well, I say
Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

Sixteen horses in my team
The leaders, they are blind
Every time the sun goes down
A pretty girl on my mind

Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
Fare-thee-well, I say
Fare-thee-well old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away

Rock, rock, old Joe Clark
Rock, rock, I say
Rock, rock, old Joe Clark
I'm agoin' away