Old Joe Clark

Old Joe Clark he had a house
It was sixteen stories high
Every story in that house was filled with Ice cream pie
Around and around it was Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the fiddle play
Old Joe Clark he had a mule his name was Morgan Brown
Every time that mule came round the sun was going down
Around and around it was Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the fiddle play
Old Joe Clark he had a yellow cat
She would neither sing nor bray
She stuck her head in a buttermilk jar
And washed her sin away
Around and around it was 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 it was Old Joe Clark
Around and around I say
Follow me ten thousand miles to hear the banjo play
Goin' up to the mountaintop
I’m goin' up so high
You’ll find me on the mountaintop
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