Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee
well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave this town. (Repeat last
Old Joe Clark used to clean the bar. Liquor was his pay. Never
saved a golden eagle. Drank it all away.
I don't want your old time religion or what you got to say (say)
but pass me down that barley jug and I'll be on my way. A singin'
Old Joe Clark walked downtown backwards. People asked him,
I come back for one more drink while wavin' you good-bye!"