Oh, my gold-en slip-ers are laid a-way
'Cause I don't 'spect to wear them till my wed-ding day.
And my long tailed coat that I loved so well,
I will wear up in the char-iot in the morn.
Oh them gold-en slip-pers oh them gold-en slip-pers.
Gold-en slip-pers I'm going to wear, be-cause they look so neat.
Oh them gold-en slip-pers, oh them gold-en slip-ers.
Golden slippers I'm going to wear, to walk the golden street.
And my long white robe that I brought last June,
I'm gonna get changed 'cause it fits too soon,
And my old gray horse that I used to drive,
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn.
Oh my old banjo hangs on the wall,
'Cause it ain't bee 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.
Say it's goodby children I have to go,
where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow,
And your woolen clothes you will not need,
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn.