Ol' Joe Clark Songtext
von Sam Bush

Well, ol′ Joe Clark, he made his mark
When cotton was the king
And late at night, in the pale moonlight
You could hear that banjo ring
It would ring out for the master
Listening on the hill
It would ring out for the babies
Sleeping quiet and still

'Round and around, ol′ Joe Clark
'Round and around, I say
'Round and around, ol′ Joe Clark
Until the break of day


When he came up from the belly
Of the ship of slavery
He was holding to his banjo
But it was not on his knee
And someone said, "Hey, here′s a strong one
He can entertain
You can keep your banjo
But Clark will be your name"

'Round and around, ol′ Joe Clark
"Play it" is what I say
'Round and around, ol′ Joe Clark
Or we'll carry you away, singing

′Round and 'round (ol' Joe Clark)
′Round and ′round (ol' Joe Clark)
′Round and 'round
′Round and 'round

Well, he learned to play the melodies
Of Cork and county Claire
He even played for Lincoln once
Down on the courthouse square
Then he went out to New Orleans
And they called it Dixie Land (hey!)
But everywhere that ol′ Joe went
He was still a hired hand


'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
′Round and around, I say
′Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Turn ′round and around, ol' Joe Clark
′Round and around, I say
'Round and around, ol′ Joe Clark
Until the break of day

'Round and 'round
′Round and ′round
'Round and ′round
'Round and ′round

'Round and ′round (ol' Joe Clark)
'Round and ′round