作词 : Putman
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 passed 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...