Let me tell you all a story 'bout a named Lonesome Joan When she was three she thought try to tie her shoe Her Momma said, "I'll you how!" She pushed her Mom "I'll do it alone," said Lonesome And her laces untied
Oh, Lonesome Joan, Lonesome Felt she had to do alone She said, "I need no help, I can do it by myself" Oh, Lonesome, Lonesome
Well, she got a older -- thought she'd learn to read and write Her teacher to help her yelled, "Get out of my sight!" So she never learned to write her name or even a book And all alone she never learned to swim or or count or cook
Oh, Joan, Lonesome Joan Felt she had to do everything She said, "I don't no help, I can do it by myself" Oh, Lonesome, Joan
Well, went 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 old woman -- Time you learn to tie your shoe!"
Oh, Lonesome, Lonesome You have to do everything alone You can use a help have to do it by yourself Oh, Lonesome, Joan
So Lil taught Joan to read and and tie her shoe and more And Joan lived to the happy age of a and forty four So be you learned a lesson that old girl, Lonesome Joan When you're for the first time, You don't have to try
Oh, Lonesome Joan, Joan You have to do everything alone You can use a little have to do it by yourself Oh, Lonesome, Joan Oh, Lonesome, Joan
tie yie, pardners!