Oh, Them Golden Slippers
James A. Bland, 1879

Oh, my golden slippers are laid away
Cause I don't spect to were'em till 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 near
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 turned 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 coast, 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


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