Old Dan Tucker

One, two, three, four

Now old Dan Tucker was a fine old man

Washed his face in a fryin' pan

Combed his hair with a wagon wheel

And died with a toothache in his heel

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker come to town

Riding a billy goat, leading a hound

The hound dog barked and the billy goat jumped

And landed old Tucker on a stump

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell

In the fire and kicked up holy hell

A red-hot coal got in his shoe

And oh my Lord the ashes flew

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Come on!

Let it go!

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town

Swinging them ladies all round

First to the right then to the left

Then to the gal that he loved best

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way old Dan Tucker

You're too late to get your supper