Wish I had a nickel, wish I had a dime Wish I had a pretty little girl To kiss and call her mine I went down to Old Joe Clarks I didn't mean no harm He grabbed up his 44 And shot me through the arm Farethee well Old Joe Clark Farethee well I say Farethee well Old Joe Clark I'm gonna away to stay Farethee well Old Joe Clark Farethee well I say Farethee well Old Joe Clark I'm gonna away to stay Now I've got no money Got no place to stay Got no place to lay my head Yandor sets her turtle doves Sitting on yandor pan You may weep for your true And I may weep for mine Farethee well Old Joe Clark Farethee well I say Farethee well Old Joe Clark I'm gonna away to stay Farethee well Old Joe Clark Farethee well I say Farethee well Old Joe Clark I'm gonna away to stay