Let me tell you bout a man joe clark was his name Brung me up as best he could and loved me just the same Old joe used to clean the bar liquior was his pay Never saved a golden eagle drank it all away
Fare thee well old joe clark Good by betsy brown Fare thee well old joe clark I'm gonna leave this town
Meet a girl in arkanstook her with a fight Busted jail that afternoon Married her that night
Old joe clark walked down town backwards People asked him why 'I can go for one more drink While wavin you goodbye'