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...