O Dem Golden Slippers

1 Oh, my golden slippers am laid away,
Kase I don't spect to wear 'em till my wedding day,
And my long tail'd coat, dat I loved so well,
I will wear up in the chariot in de morn;
And my long white robe, dat I bought last June,
I'm gwine to get changed, kase it fits too soon,
And de old gray hoss dat I used to drive,
I will hitch him to de chariot in de morn.

Chorus:
O dem golden slippers,
O dem golden slippers!
Golden slippers I'se gwine to wear,
bekase dey look so neat;
O dem golden slippers,
O dem golden slippers,
Golden slippers I'se gwine to wear
To walk de golden street.

2 Oh, my old banjo hangs on de wall,
Kase it ain't been tuned since 'way last fall;
But de darks all say we'll have a good time,
When we ride up in de chariot in de morn;
Dar's ole Brudder Ben an' his sister Luce,
Dey will telegraph de news to Uncle Bacco Juice,
What a great campmeetin' der will be dat day,
When we ride up in de chariot in de morn. [Chorus]

3 So, it's good-bye, children, I will have to go,
Whar de rain don't fall and de wind don't blow,
And yer ulster coats, why, yer will not need,
When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn.;
But yer golden slippers must be nice an' clean,
And yer age must be just sweet sixteen,
And yer white kid gloves yer will have to wear,
When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn. [Chorus]

Source: Seth Parker's Hymnal #197