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I came to town the other night,
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I heard the noise and saw the fight,
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the watchman was running around,
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crying "Old Dan Tucker's come to town!"
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So, get outta the way for old Dan Tucker,
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he's too late to get his supper.
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Supper's put away,
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and dinner's cooking,
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and old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin'!
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Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man,
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washed his face in a frying pan,
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combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
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died with a toothache in his heel!
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"Old Dan Tucker"
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Written by Dan Emmett, 1843
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So, get outta the way for old Dan Tucker,
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he's too late to get his supper.
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Supper's put away,
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and dinner's cooking,
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and old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin'!
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Old Dan Tucker, he got drunk,
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he fell in the fire and kicked up a chunk,
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a red hot coal fell down his shoe,
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oh my goodness! What'll I do?
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So, get outta the way for old Dan Tucker,
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he's too late to get his supper.
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Supper's put away,
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and dinner's cooking,
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and old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin'!
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