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Old Joe Clark: A North Carolina folk song and fiddle tune from the manuscript
collection of Fletcher Collins, Staunton, Virginia.
Old Joe Clark
I never did like Old Joe Clark
I'll tell you the reason why
He caught his heel in my fence
And tore down all my rye.
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Sail away I say
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Hear my guitar play.
Old Joe Clark is a mean old man
Old Joe Clark will steal
Old Joe Clark can by my house(??)
But he can't go through my field(??).
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Sail away I say
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Hear my guitar play.
I went down to Old Joe's house
Old Joe was a-grubbing
The wind it blew his shirt tail up
And I saw Old Joe's nubbin'.
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Sail away I say
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Hear my guitar play.
My wife took sick the other night
And you can't guess what ailed her
She drank six quarts of buttermilk
And then her stomach failed her
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Sail away I say
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Hear my guitar play.
I went down to Old Joe Clark's house
Old Joe wasn't home
I jumped into Old Joe's bed
And made myself at home
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Sail away I say
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Hear my guitar play.
You can can climb the white oak tree
You can can climb the pine
You can climb that girl of yours
And I can climb mine.
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Sail away I say
Sail away Old Joe Clark
Hear my guitar play.
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