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 pa**ed 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 [ fiddle ] 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...