Smokin' Joe Clark

Old Joe Clark he had a house
Sixteen stories high
Every story in that house was filled with chicken pie
Around and around it was Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the banjo play
Old Joe Clark he had a mule his name was Morgan Brown
Every tooth in that mule’s head was sixteen thousand inches around
Around and around went Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the five string play
Old Joe Clark he had a yellow cat
She would neither sing nor pray
She stuck her head in a buttermilk jar
And washed her sins away
Around and around went Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear my accordion play
Now Old Joe Clark is a fine old fella
I’ll tell you the reason why
He keeps good liquor around the house
That good ol' rockin rye
Around and around went Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the licorice stick play
Well Old Joe Clark was a fine old fella
Tell you another reason why
Brings me nitrous oxide
Shoots me to the sky
Around and around went Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the bass player play
Goin up to the mountain top,
I’m goin up so high
You’ll find me on the mountain top
Fiddling till I die, fiddling till I die
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
For I’m a-going away
Butterflies on the mountain top
They’re all flyin sideways
Who the hell knows where they’re going
Travel down too many highways
Butterflies on the mountain top
They’re all flyin sideways
Who the hell knows where they’re going
Travel down too many highways
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well Old Joe Clark
For I’m a-going away
Let’s hear the fiddle play now