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Old Joe Clark
by Bill Monroe
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Old Joe Clark's a fine old man
Tell you the reason why
He keeps good liquor 'round his house
Good old Rock and Rye
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a going away
Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son
Preached all over the pain
The only text he ever knew
Was High, low, Jack and the game
Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mule's head
Was sixteen inches around
Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat
She would neither sing or pray
She stuck her head in the 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
Now I wouldn't marry a wider
Tell you the reason why
She'd have so many children
They'd make those biscuits fly
Sixteen horses in my team
The leaders they are blind
And every time the sun goes down
There's a pretty girl on my mind
Eighteen miles of mountain road
And fifteen miles of sand
If ever travel this road again
I'll be a married man
Old Joe Clark's a fine old man
Tell you the reason why
He keeps good liquor 'round his house
Good old Rock and Rye
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a going away
Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son
Preached all over the pain
The only text he ever knew
Was High, low, Jack and the game
Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mule's head
Was sixteen inches around
Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat
She would neither sing or pray
She stuck her head in the 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
Now I wouldn't marry a wider
Tell you the reason why
She'd have so many children
They'd make those biscuits fly
Sixteen horses in my team
The leaders they are blind
And every time the sun goes down
There's a pretty girl on my mind
Eighteen miles of mountain road
And fifteen miles of sand
If ever travel this road again
I'll be a married man
