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Now Old Dan Tuker 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 heal
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
Your're to late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're to late to get your supper
Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Ridin' a billy goat, leadin' a hound
The hound dog barked and billy goat
jumped
And landed old Tucker on a stump
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
Your're to late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're to late to get your supper
Now Old Dan Tuckergot drunk and fell
In the fire and kicked up holy hell
A red hot coal got in his shoe
An oh my Lord the ashes flew
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
Your're to late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're to late to get your supper
Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies all round
First to the right and then to the left
Then to the gal that he loved best
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
Your're to late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're to late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
Your're to late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're to late to get your supper