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James A. Bland
'Cause I don't spect to wear 'em til my wedding day And my long tailed 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 goin' to get changed 'cause it fits too soon
And the old grey hoss that I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn.
Oh, dem golden slippers
Oh, dem golden slippers
Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear
Because they look so neat.
Oh, dem golden slippers
Oh, dem golden slippers
Golden slippers I'se goin' to wear
To walk the golden street.
Oh, my old banjo hangs on the wall
'Cause it ain't been tuned since way last fall
But the darks all say we'll have a good time
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn.
There's ol' brother Ben and his sister, Luce
They will telegraph the news to uncle Bacco Juice What a great camp meetin' there will be that day When we ride up in the chariot in the morn.
So, it's good-bye, children I will have to go
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow And yer ulster coats, why, you will not need
When you ride up in the chariot in the morn. But yer golden slippers must be nice and clean
And yer age must be just sweet sixteen
And yer white kid gloves you will have to wear When you ride up in the chariot in the morn.
For information about the play,"Golden Slippers" contact: Ned McIntosh at 410-641-9502