Old Dan Tucker's Daughter

Mama died havin' me and papa tried to raise me

And then he took to drinking when I was only three

I'd follow him and his guitar along the streets of Mobile

Where he'd sing for just a drink and a lollipop for me

Then at night he sat me on the bar while he did some singin'

I played with his old railroad watch when I was a dancin'

And I passed around his worn out hat they're pitchin' down some quarters

Oh how proud I was to be old Dan Tucker's daughter

Things seemed to go from bad to worse as I grew sadly older

And papa looked so down and out failin' more each day

And pride I always felt to him slowly turned to pitty

And Lord you know it broke my heart each time I hear them say

Get out away old Dan Tucker take this dime and take this quarter

Get out away old Dan Tucker take your wine and take your daughter

Papa died just today a cold grey Mobile morning

Now here I stand all alone crying on his grave

Not a single soul from Mobile came to wish him well his journey

But at least for papa's goin' no one there will say

Hey get out away old Dan Tucker...