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 supperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
