Mama died havin' me and papa tried to raise me
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And then he took to drinking when I was only three
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I'd follow him and his guitar along the streets of Mobile
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Where he'd sing for just a drink and a lollipop for me
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Then at night he sat me on the bar while he did some singin'
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I played with his old railroad watch when I was a dancin'
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And I passed around his worn out hat they're pitchin' down some quarters
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Oh how proud I was to be old Dan Tucker's daughter
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Things seemed to go from bad to worse as I grew sadly older
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And papa looked so down and out failin' more each day
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And pride I always felt to him slowly turned to pitty
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And Lord you know it broke my heart each time I hear them say
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Get out away old Dan Tucker take this dime and take this quarter
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Get out away old Dan Tucker take your wine and take your daughter
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[ fiddle ]
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Papa died just today a cold grey Mobile morning
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Now here I stand all alone crying on his grave
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Not a single soul from Mobile came to wish him well his journey
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But at least for papa's goin' no one there will say
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Hey get out away old Dan Tucker...
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Old Dan Tucker's Daughter
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| Tanya Tucker |
