GOLDEN SLIPPERS
Oh my golden slippers are laid away
'Cause I don't 'spect to wear 'em 'til my wedding day
And my long tall coat that I love so well
I will wear up in the chariot in the morn
And my long white robe that I bought last June
I'm gonna get changed 'cause it fits too soon
And the old grey horse that I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn
Oh them golden slippers oh them golden slippers
Golden slippers I'm gonna wear because they look so neat
Oh them golden slippers oh them golden slippers
Golden slippers I'm a gonna wear to walk the golden street
Oh my ol' banjo hangs on the wall
'Cause it ain't been tuned since way last fall
But the folks all say we'll have a good time
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn
There's old brother Ben and his sister Luce
They will telegraph the news to uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meeting there will be that day
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn
So its goodbye children I will have to go
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
And your ulster coat why you will not need
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn
But your golden slippers must be nice and clean
And your age must be just sweet sixteen
And your white kid gloves you will have to wear
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn