Let me tell you all a story 'bout a girl named Joan When she was three she she'd try to tie her shoe Her said, "I'll show you how!" She her Mom aside "I'll do it alone," said Lonesome And her laces untied
Oh, Lonesome Joan, Lonesome Felt she had to do everything She said, "I need no help, I can do it by myself" Oh, Lonesome, Joan
Well, she got a little older -- thought she'd learn to read and Her teacher tried to her yelled, "Get out of my sight!" So she never learned to write her or even read a book And all alone she never learned to swim or or count or cook
Oh, Joan, Lonesome Joan she had to do everything alone She said, "I don't no help, I can do it by myself" Oh, Lonesome, Joan
Well, time by and Joan grew old as people sometimes will When Joan was 81 years old, she met a girl Lil Lil said, "Joan, it's just the things that you can't do! Joan, you're an 80 year old woman -- Time you learn to tie shoe!"
Oh, Lonesome, Lonesome You don't have to do alone You can use a little Don't to do it by yourself Oh, Lonesome, Lonesome
So Lil Joan to read and write and tie her shoe and more And Joan lived to the happy age of a and forty four So be sure you a lesson From that old girl, Joan When you're trying for the time, You have to try alone
Oh, Joan, Lonesome Joan You don't have to do everything You can use a little have to do it by yourself Oh, Lonesome, Lonesome Oh, Lonesome, Lonesome
tie yie, pardners!