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
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I’m bound
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betsy Brown
Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mule’s head
Was sixteen inches round
Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat
She would neither sing nor pray
Stuck her head in a buttermilk jar
And washed her sins away
Old joe clark had a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie
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
Wished I had a sweetheart
Put her on the shelf
And every time she’d smile at me
I’d get up there myself