Old Joe Clark

Wish I had a nickel, wish I had a dime
Wish I had a pretty little girl
To kiss and call her mine

I went down to Old Joe Clarks
I didn't mean no harm
He grabbed up his 44
And shot me through the arm

Farethee well Old Joe Clark
Farethee well I say
Farethee well Old Joe Clark
I'm gonna away to stay

Farethee well Old Joe Clark
Farethee well I say
Farethee well Old Joe Clark
I'm gonna away to stay

Now I've got no money
Got no place to stay
Got no place to lay my head

Yandor sets her turtle doves
Sitting on yandor pan
You may weep for your true
And I may weep for mine

Farethee well Old Joe Clark
Farethee well I say
Farethee well Old Joe Clark
I'm gonna away to stay

Farethee well Old Joe Clark
Farethee well I say
Farethee well Old Joe Clark
I'm gonna away to stay