Old Joe Clark

Old Joe Clark was the preacher’s son

Preached all over the plain

Only text he ever knew

Was high low jack and the game

Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark

Fare thee well, I say

Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark

I ain’t long to stay

And Old Joe Clark had a big old house

Fifteen stories high

And every story in that house

Was made of chicken pie

Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark

Fare thee well, I say

Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark

I ain’t long to stay

And Old Joe Clark had a big old mule

Name of Morgan Brown

Every tooth in that mule’s head

Was fifteen inches round

And Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat

She did not like to pray

Stuck her head in the 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 ain’t long to stay

I went to see Old Joe Clark

And he was not at home

I ate up all his ham

And threw away the bone