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