Old Joe Clark

I went down to Old Joe’s house,
he invited me to supper
Stubbed 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 best be on my way

Old Joe Clark, he had a house;
fifteen stories high
Every story in that house was
filled with chicken pie!
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
I best be on my way

Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat,
she would neither sing nor play
Stuck her head in the buttermilk jar
and washed her cares away
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
I best be on my way

Old Joe Clark, he had a mule;
her name was Morgan Brown
Every tooth in that mule’s
head was sixteen inches ’round!
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I say
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
I best be on my way