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

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++
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