mama died havin me and papa tried to raise me and then he took to drinkin 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 pity 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 papa died just today a cold gray mobile mornin now here i stand all alone cryin 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 take this dime and take this quarter get out away old dan tucker take your wine and take your daughter