K:A [A]Wished I had a nickel, Wished I had a [E]dime. [A]Wished I had a pretty girl, To kiss and [E]call her [A]mine. {i}Chorus:{/i} {i}[A]Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark,{/i} {i}Fare thee well, I [G]say.{/i} {i}[A]Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark,{/i} {i}I'm a [E]goin' a-[A]way.{/i} Now I've got no money Got no place to stay I've got no place to lay my head And the chickens a crowin' for day I don't like that old Joe Clark I'll tell you the reason why. He goes about the country A stealin' good men's wives. I went down to old Joe Clark's I did not mean no harm He grabbed his old forty four And shot me thru the arm. Old Joe Clark's a mean old dog I'll tell you the reason why He tore down my old rail fence So his cattle could eat my rye. 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 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