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Dan Tucker was the son of a mean old man
known to wash his face in a frying pan
his mama combed his head with a wagon wheel
his papa died with a toothache in his heel

Get out the way Old Dan Tucker, you're too late

Dan Tucker was a scrappy little son-of-a-gun
started wrastling them bears when he was young
he'd turn 'em inside up and upside down
'til they got outta the road when he was coming to town

Get out the way of Old Dan Tucker, you're too late

Dan Tucker was a crack-shot, flip of the wrist
he used to shoot all day and never miss
he could hit the fly on the back of his old dog's ear
and nick a stone that was thrown 50 feet in the air

Get out the way of Old Dan Tucker, you're too late

Now Dan Tucker started mixing it up one day
with a couple of boys from down around the frisco way
There was three of them, he was just one guy with a big old mouth as his only alibi

He called their mamas something awful that I will not repeat, he said that their daddies all were dancing with two left feet
He got their guns drawn out and a smile on his face
'cause he was gonna prove he was no low down disgrace

Get out the way of Old Dan Tucker, you're too late

Dan Tucker shot first and he got one down
but not the other two before they spun around
He fired three quick shots from down on his knees
he got one in the arm and watched the other leave

He laid there now, in the dirt on his back
suffering from three bullet wounds and a heart attack
He was thinking as he looked up at the old blue sky
"Dan Tucker was never supposed to die"

Well the sun went down just like any other day
Dan Tucker's blood had all flowed away
The birdies in the trees were singing a sad old song
I was thinking we could sing along

Get out the way of Old Dan Tucker, you're too late

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