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One, two, three, four |
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Now old Dan Tucker was a fine old man |
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Washed his face in a fryin' pan |
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Combed his hair with a wagon wheel |
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And died with a toothache in his heel |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Now old Dan Tucker come to town |
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Riding a billy goat, leading a hound |
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The hound dog barked and the billy goat jumped |
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And landed old Tucker on a stump |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Now old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell |
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In the fire and kicked up holy hell |
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A red-hot coal got in his shoe |
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And oh my Lord the ashes flew |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Come on! |
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Let it go! |
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Now Old Dan Tucker come to town |
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Swinging them ladies all round |
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First to the right then to the left |
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Then to the gal that he loved best |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
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Get out the way old Dan Tucker |
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You're too late to get your supper |
