Mama died having 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 singing
I played with his old railroad watch when I was a-dancing
And I passed around his worn out hat they're pitching 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 failing 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 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 going no one there will 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