Evan Fleischer - Old Dan Tucker Contemplates His Place in American Folk Music. lyrics

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man He washed his face in a frying pan He combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died of a toothache in his heel Get out the way old Dan Tucker You're too late to git your supper Supper's gone and dinner cookin' Old Dan Tucker's just a-standin' there lookin'. Old Dan Tucker's a-comin' to town Riding a billy-goat and leading a hound The hound dog barked and billy-goat jumped Throwed Dan Tucker right straddlin' a stump. Get out the way old Dan Tucker You're too late to git your supper Supper's gone and dinner cookin' Old Dan Tucker's just a-standin' there lookin'. I come to town the other night To hear a noise and see the fight The watchman feet was a-running around Crying “Old Dan Tucker's come to Town.” Get out the way old Dan Tucker You're too late to git your supper