Chorus: Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave this town. (Repeat last time) Old Joe Clark used to clean the bar. Liquor was his pay. Never saved a golden eagle. Drank it all away. (Chorus) 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' (Chorus) Old Joe Clark walked downtown backwards. People asked him, "Why?" I come back for one more drink while wavin' you good-bye!" (Chorus)