Back to Top

Old Joe Clark Video (MV)




Performed By: Hank Williams
Featuring: Jr.
Written by: JIM BRYANT, JIMMY BRYANT




Hank Williams - Old Joe Clark Lyrics




[ Featuring Jr. ]

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

[Chorus]
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I'm bound
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betsy Brown

Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mule's head
Was sixteen inches round

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Old Joe Clark had a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




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

[Chorus]
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I'm bound
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Goodbye Betsy Brown

Old Joe Clark had a mule
His name was Morgan Brown
And every tooth in that mule's head
Was sixteen inches round

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Old Joe Clark had a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: JIM BRYANT, JIMMY BRYANT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


Tags:
No tags yet