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