OLD DAN TUCKER

Old Dan Tucker, he's a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker, he'd come to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
A hound dog barked, billy goat jumped
And landed Dan Tucker on a stump

Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell
On the fire and kicked up holy hell
A red-hot coal got in his shoe
An oh my Lord the ashes flew

Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies all round
First to the right and the to the left
Then to the gal that he loved best

Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper