TOPIC: Barrage - Tuesday, Feb 9 - PB Comm College - 8PM

This is a performance from 1999....The group is made up of different people now.....
I never knew there were lyrics to "Old Joe Clark"!

We have been known to sing a few barrs in class but Dave discourages it.
Old Joe Clarke was a fine old man
I’m gonna tell you why
He kept his house full of corn liquor
Whisky, rum and rye

My kind of guy.
What's the next verse?

The best part of this video is that one can see they were having FUN!

Correction ...

I do not believe Fretmentor discourages any singing (no matter how bad it is)

Here's what I found....Old Joe Clark lyrics...

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 round

Old Joe Clark had a yellow cat
She would neither sing nor pray
Stuck her head in a buttermilk jar
And washed her sins away

Old Joe Clark had a house
Fifteen [also sixteen or eighteen] 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

Wished I had a sweetheart
Put her on the shelf
And every time she'd smile at me
I'd get up there myself

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.

Old Joe Clark came to my house
Scared my little pup
Broke up all my chairs and stuff
And drunk my liquor up

I went down to Old Joe Clark's
Old Joe wasn't home
I ate all Joe's meat and bread
And I gave his dog a bone

I went down to see my gal
She met me at the door
Shoes and stockings in her hand
And her bare feet on the floor

Raccoon has a bushy tail
'Possum's tail is bare
Rabbit has no tail at all
'Cept a bunch of hair

Old Joe Clark was married
His wife was ten feet tall
And when her head was in the bed
Her feet were in the hall

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

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.

[edit]Chorus
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye, Betsy Brown
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
I'm goin' to leave this town

[edit]Alternate versions
I went down to Old Joe Clark's house
Never been there before
He slept on the feather bed
And I slept on the floor

Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I'm gone
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Gotta be movin' on

Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I'm bound [or "I say"]
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betsy Brown

Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a-goin' away

Round and round, Old Joe Clark
Round and round I say
Round and round, Old Joe Clark
Round and round I'm goin' to leave today

Old Joe Clark he did take sick
And what do you think ailed him?
He drank a churn of butter milk
And then his stomach failed him

Sail away, Old Joe Clark
Sail away Goodbye
Sail away, Old Joe Clark
I'd hate to see you die [4]