Darrell Scott - Banjo Clark lyrics
[Darrell Scott - Banjo Clark lyrics]
Old Joe Clark he made his
Mark when cotton was king
And late at night 'neath the shanty light
You could hear that banjo ring
It would ring out for the master
Who was listening on the hill
And it would ring out for the babies
Who were sleeping quiet and still
Round and round old Joe Clark
Round and round, I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
When he came out of the belly
Of that 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
And he can entertain
So we'll let you keep your banjo
But Clark's gonna be your name"
Round and round old Joe Clark
Play it when I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Or they'll carry you away
Round and round (Old Joe Clark)
Round and round
He learned to play the melodies
Of Cork and county Claire
He even played for Lincoln once
Outside the courthouse square
Then he went down to New Orleans
They called it Dixieland
But everywhere that old Joe played
He was still a hired hand
Round and round old Joe Clark
Round and round, I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Round and round old Joe Clark
Round and round, I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Round and round (Old Joe Clark)
Round and round round and round
Round and round
Old Joe Clark he made his
Mark when cotton was king
And late at night 'neath the shanty light
You could hear that banjo ring
Mark when cotton was king
And late at night 'neath the shanty light
You could hear that banjo ring
It would ring out for the master
Who was listening on the hill
And it would ring out for the babies
Who were sleeping quiet and still
Round and round old Joe Clark
Round and round, I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
When he came out of the belly
Of that 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
And he can entertain
So we'll let you keep your banjo
But Clark's gonna be your name"
Round and round old Joe Clark
Play it when I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Or they'll carry you away
Round and round (Old Joe Clark)
Round and round
He learned to play the melodies
Of Cork and county Claire
He even played for Lincoln once
Outside the courthouse square
Then he went down to New Orleans
They called it Dixieland
But everywhere that old Joe played
He was still a hired hand
Round and round old Joe Clark
Round and round, I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Round and round old Joe Clark
Round and round, I say
Round and round old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Fare thee well I say
Fare thee well old Joe Clark
Until the break of day
Round and round (Old Joe Clark)
Round and round round and round
Round and round
Old Joe Clark he made his
Mark when cotton was king
And late at night 'neath the shanty light
You could hear that banjo ring