Old Joe Clark, Lyric Variant 02, Copy


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Old Joe Clark, Lyric Variant 02, Copy


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated. The upper right corner was folded into the laminate. The final two stanzas seem to belong to the song "Lynchburg Town."


Folk songs, American Marriage -- Songs and music Poverty -- Songs and music Farewells -- Songs and music

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Old Joe Clark. Old Joe Clarke


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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Old Joe Clark

I aint got no money
Got no place to stay,
Got no place to lay my head
While the chickens are crowing for day.


Farewell, Ole Joe Clark
Goodbye, 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,
Her nose is always drippin
Her chin is never dry.

I went down to Joe Clark’s house,
I had never been there before,
He slept on the old 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.

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Old Joe Clark, Lyric Variant 02, Copy

Document Title

Ole Joe Clark

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Play-Party and Dance Songs - 86 Randolph, 533 Combs, 223 Sharp, 183

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

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Alexandra S. Toomey

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