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OLD JOE CLARK Once I lived on the mountain top Now I live in town; I'm staying at the big hotel Courtin' Betsy Brown. 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. " Old Joe Clark he 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 widder, Tell you the reason why, She'd have so many children, They'd make those biscuits fly I wish I had a sweetheart I'd put her on a shelf, And everytime she'd smile at me, I'd get up there myself. Well, I wouldn't marry that old maid, I'll tell you the reason why, Her neck's so long and stringy, boys, I fear she'd never die. And I wouldn't marry an old school-teacher, Tell you the reason why, She blows her nose in old corn bread, And calls it pumpkin pie. Old Joe Clark's no friend of mine Treats me like a pup; Kicks my houn' dog under the porch An' drinks my booze all up. NOTE: Every banjoist's introduction to modal music: the flatted seventh puts it in the Mixolydian mode. Words are variable ( with who's singing it). Popular alternate choruses are: "Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark Fare thee well (I sing) (I say) (I'm gone) He'd foller me ten thousand miles (To hear my banjo ring) (To hear my fiddle play) (Goodby Lucy Long) " Get out the way for Old Joe Clark Hide away your wine; Get out the way (Clear the tracks for) Old Joe Clark He ain't no friend of mine. @banjo @dance filename[ JOECLARK TUNE FILE: JOECLARK CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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