Barrage Old Joe Clark
Old Joe Clark the preacher's son
Preached all over the plain
The only text he even knew
Was high, low, jack and the game
Round and around Old Joe Clark
Round and around I say
He followed me ten thousand miles
to hear my fiddle play
Ya!
Round and around Old Joe Clark
Round and around I say
Round and around Old Joe Clark
Round and around I play
Round and around Old Joe Clark
Round and around I say
He followed me ten thousand miles
To hear my fiddle play
Ya!
