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 pity
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

[ fiddle ]

Papa died just today
A cold grey Mobile morning
Now here I stand all alone c
Cying 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...