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Old Joe Clark, the preacher's son |
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Preached all over the plain |
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The only text he ever knew |
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Was high low jack and the game |
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Fare thee well Old Joe Clark |
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Fare thee well I'm bound |
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Fare thee well Old Joe Clark |
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Goodbye Betsy Brown |
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Old Joe Clark had a mule |
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His name was Morgan Brown |
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And every tooth in that mule's head |
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Was sixteen inches round |
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Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat |
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She would neither sing nor pray |
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Stuck her head in a buttermilk jar |
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And washed her sins away |
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Old joe clark had a house |
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Fifteen stories high |
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And every story in that house |
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Was filled with chicken pie |
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I went down to Old Joe's house |
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He invited me to supper |
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I stumped my toe on the table leg |
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And stuck my nose in the butter |
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Wished I had a sweetheart |
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Put her on the shelf |
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And every time she'd smile at me |
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I'd get up there myself |
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