Old Joe Clarke
Old Joe Clarke the preachers son
Preached all over the plains
The only words he ever knew
Was high low black & game
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clarke
Fare the well my darling
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clarke
I’m a going away
Old Joe Clarke he had a mule
Name was Morgan Brown
Every tooth in that mules head
Was sixteen inches round
I went to Old Joe’s house
He invited me to supper
Stumped my toe on the table leg
Tripped my nose in the butter
Old Joe Clarke he had a house
Sixteen stories high
Every story in the house
Filled with chicken pie
Additional verses:
Old Joe Clarke a fine old man
Tell you the reason why
Keeps good liquor round house
Good old rock and rye
Sixteen horses in my team
The leaders they are blind
Every time the sun goes down
Pretty girl on my mind