Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
Old Joe Clark
Old Joe Clark's a fine old manTell you the reason whyHe keeps good likker 'round his houseGood old Rock and RyeFare ye well, Old Joe ClarkFare ye well, I sayFare ye well, Old Joe ClarkI'm a going awayOld Joe Clark, the preacher's sonPreached all over the painThe only text he ever knewWas High, low, Jack and the gameOld Joe Clark had a muleHis name was Morgan BrownAnd every tooth in that mule's headWas sixteen inches aroundOld Joe Clark had ayellow catShe would neither sing or prayShe stuck her head in the butermilk jarAnd washed her sins awayOld Joe Clark had a houseSongtexteFifteen stories highAnd every story in that houseWas filled with chicken pieI went down to Old Joe's houseHe invited me to supperI stumped my toe on the table legAnd stuck my nose in the butterNow I wouldn't marry a widderTell you the reason whyShe'd have so many childrenThey'd make those biscuits flySixteen horses in my teamThe leaders they are blindAnd every time the sun goes downThere's a pretty girl on my mindEighteen miles of mountain roadAnd fifteen miles of sandIf ever travel this road againI'll be a married man
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