OLD JOE CLARK Lyrics
Old Joe Clark was a preacher-man
He preached all over the plain
The highest text he ever took
Was a-High, Low, Jack, and a-Game
Well, he came down to my house
And showed me all of his cards
He whispered low in his gambler's voice
It's reallly not too hard
I ain't never had no trouble
Just walk around wearing a sheet
Buncha people waving them palm leaves
Just to keep Joe Clark from the heat
Well, Old Joe Clark's got 2 little girls
To wash his feet and sing
"Old Joe Clark", I heard one say
"We'll give you anything"
Let's go down to the church-house
There's a lotta good things goin' down
The crown turns over at 9 o'clock
With the cream of the underground
CHORUS: Well get on down to Canaan brother
There's a lotta good things goin' down
With a little bit of luck and a couple of bucks
You could be down there when the Glory rolls
Wake up brother, there's a new day coming
And it hasn't got time to stop
If'n you got the bread, you could change your head
You could be down there when the Glory rolls
Well I asked old Joe to manage me
So that I could go and sing
He said hurry up, I could wait on him
And he'd help me to do my thing
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Now he calls me every hour
When I'm trying to be alone
Just wants to keep me posted
That there's nothin' goin' on
REPEAT CHORUS
Well I need an old Orpheum 5-string
With a 12 inch open back pot
So the next time you go to the attic
Look and see what you got
Or a 12 inch Farland open-back
28 three-eighths inch scale
I wish you'd write and let me know
If'n you got one for sale
REPEAT CHORUS
++R.I.P. John Hartford++
