Test Post - Old Man

Old Joe Clark

[G] Old Joe Clark’s a fine old man

Tell you the reason why

He keeps good likker ’round his house

Good old [F] Rock and [G] Rye

[G] Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark

Fare ye well, I [F] say

[G] Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark

I’m a [F] going [G] away

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 ayellow cat

She would neither sing or pray

She stuck her head in the butermilk 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 widder

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