Old Dan Tucker

I came to town the other night
I heard the noise and saw the fight
The watchman was a-runnin’ round
Cryin’, “Old Dan Tucker’s come to town!”

[Chorus]

So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He’s too late to come for supper

[Alternate chorus]

So get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You’re too late to come for supper
Supper’s over and breakfast’s cookin’
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin’

Old Dan, he went down to the mill
To get some meal to put in the swill
The miller swore by the point of his knife
He’d never seen such a man in his life

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

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