Title
Old Joe Clark, Lyric Variant 02
Description
One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The upper left corner was folded into the laminate. There are two minor tears at the upper edge. There is a minor tear at the right lower corner. There are several editorial marks handwritten in pencil. The document is a carbon duplicate. The final two stanzas likely belong to the song "Lynchburg Town."
Subject
Folk songs, American Marriage -- Songs and music Poverty -- Songs and music Farewells -- Songs and music
Alternative Title
Old Joe Clark. Old Joe Clarke
Publisher
W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University
Rights
The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.
Transcription
Old Joe Clark
I ain’t got no money,
Got no place to stay
Got no place to lay my head
While the chickens are crowing for day.
Chorus.
Farewell, Ole Joe Clark,
Good by, Betty Brown
Farewell, Ole Joe Clark,
I’m goin’ to leave this town.
I went down to Dina’s house
She met me at the door
Shoes and stockings in her hand,
Feet all over the floor.
I would not marry an old maid
I’ll tell you the reason why
His nose is always drippin’
His chin is never dry.
I went down to Joe Clark’s house
I had never been there before
He slept on the bold straw bed
And I slept on the floor.
I asked my girl to marry me,
And what do you suppose she said?
There’s plenty of time to marry you
When all the rest is dead.
I wish I had a nickle,
I wish I had a dime.
I wish I had a pretty little Miss
To kiss and call her mine.
Somebody stole my ole coon dog.
I wish they’d bring him back.
He run the big nigger over the fence
And the little ‘un through the crack.
Somebody stole my ole blue hen.
I wish they’d a let her be.
She laid two eggs on every day
And Sunday she laid three.
